Monday, February 27, 2012

Some Titles To Chew On or Foreshadowing The Forthcoming

Here are a few of the titles of poems that are either in progress or are going to be started hopefully within the next month or so. I'm excited for a lot of these, they're going to be good but also rather personal then again most of my poems are (Personal, not good, I'm not that cocky)
I know you all have seen me talk about Iron "Lotus" Lung, it's a doozy and it's taking forever and it's already rather long but I need the inspiration and the proper finishing line. That's always the best feeling when you just know that it's the last line of a poem and you finish. Also here's a photo I took and edited. It's of my shadow, I took while my roommate and good friend as well as another good friend and I were filming around our hometown. The first photo is the edited and below that is the original, I took it with my phone so it ain't that good but I like how it turned out anyway. And if you look you can see the pipe in my mouth, I was dressed as a Sea Captain. Yeah....Video to come within the month.

Godspeed,
C.B. 

Stay away from the Mountain

The Summer I Saw A Fox

And the fall that preceded just that.

Shadow Cast By The Lamps

Competence Is My Kryptonite

Strip Poker in The 50’s

Iron "Lotus" Lung

Thomas Paine






Sunday, February 26, 2012

Now I'm Walking Along Cause The Night Is Dead.


Exactly my mindset and how I'm feeling right now...
Better than a poem at this point. 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

*Clown Cars Would Be Most Efficient

Red Wax Lips

They call me “Danger Tom”,
I’m unpredictable they say
I’m dangerous
A loose cannon
On the my Hot Wheels set.

I write love notes on the back of
Animal Cracker boxes
Buried in the mulch,
Not the good stuff
That hardly cut, gives ya splinters kind.
It’s a bitch.

I finger paint on my palms
And put googley eyes
On fake plastic plants.
My mum gives me Adderall
And my dad bad habits.
I put dresses on those
Green.
Plastic.
Army men.
And melt their guns with a magnifying glass.

If I’m good
I get a sip
A sip ‘ah So-Dee-Pawp.
And if you takes a fistful ‘o
Crayons
You get brown.
Robin’s egg is the prettiest. 

I put stickers on my table so my parents won’t take it away.I wrote my name, and they still haven’t today.

This is a first...A poem jump started by a 
random tweet I thought of.
Speaking of which I highly suggest you follow me, or not. It's not particularly interesting.
Though I will start tweet when I post new poems, I realized I have hardly been doing that.
And here's a song by a new found artist who I love now, MIKA.                                                                                       



Monday, February 20, 2012

I Haven't Written Any Happy Poems For A Long Time. Now Isn't One of Those Times Either.

And Return To The Well 

A stubborn mule,
My hands, and my head and my heart
Warring, throughout it all
Each wants a chunk of this
Life
Which struggles for it's own turn.

Should hate,
Should run,
Should jump,
Should pull

And I had a reason to not
To not do a lot of things
And you vanished in a puff if smoke
Like my clarity.
So what's stopping me from never waking up?
I imagine it's my dreams.
But oh, here's another problem.


*I Ain't Afraid Of No Oak.

Pollution II: The Great Barrier Reef 

Cut down these trees,
Their overabundance of oxygen
Is blinding me.
To die drowning.
Might be a gorgeous end.
But not in your commercials
I want no cement grave
I want to be buried among
The fish
And the seaweed
And sunken ships.
Because if I wake up
I’ll just swim back to the top.
But it’s harder to wake
When you’re covered in filth
Muddied water so bright
It’s exhausting
It robs you of that night
But trying to catch up just dumps
More
And more
And more
And more on top of you.

We see it’s strange,
What I thought was a clear light
Clean,
To help rid the ugly
Was more trash
But trash that made me happy.
So I thought
“Do I go back to a dumpster,
Just to think it’s the local pool?”
But the question is
Will I be able to still dive in
Remembering what it is.

Hindsight is key in writing
Because the only thing more permanent than pen
(Which isn’t very permanent to begin with)
Are thoughts.
which can be erased rather easily.

Foresight
Bears a fruit,
Which is sweet
But someone stubborn bites of it
Some covered in trash bites into a piece of fruit.
Think of it like this
When a human is starving
And  really starving, not what we call starving
And they have some food, they vomit.
A broken body isn’t used to the sweet.

A broken body shakes the branch
And cuts the arms on thorns that aren’t even there.
Cause c’mon, who’s afraid of a tree? 



The trouble with poetry 
is that it robs you of a good nights sleep
and you commit to this insomnia before you even accept the writings.
It's a silly thing though.
But here are two poems, but you'll see I lied to posts ago.
There is no Iron "Lotus" Lung yet.
This one is taking some time...Haven't touched it for a while and it won't be 

tonight either. Just be patient, we'll see...
This poem started as just title sitting in my word document where I keep all my other poems finished or not. I wrote the title because I loved it and I knew the rest would come eventually, there are a lot of titles waiting for this as well. Unexpectedly the words came and in a medium I would have never expected, though appreciated.

Godspeed,
C.B.  

*Charlie Brown Syndrome

Charlie Brown Syndrome

If sundowning is for the elderly,
Psychotic or forgetful
Then explain why it is
When it’s dark
And I’m in my bed
I’m completely mental
Right
I’m psychotic
And forgetful
Fretful
Sleep is dangerous
Because I never want to get out
Charlie Brown syndrome
I used to disguise his ugly pout.
Check a mailbox
Valentines
Christ-mas
Birthday
Everyday
Your relentless flow of nothing
Means more to me than before
I realize
Or if I don’t

People forget me.
I wish we still wrote letters
I can blame a shitty postman
And I can blame a shitty good friend
But it’s hard, cause I really know them.
Simple words.
Simple mind.
Simple me.

It has changed.
We have changed.

LOOK.

I know I’m insane
I know I’ve changed for the worst
So I don’t know if what I’m spouting,
If there’s truth in these words.
Because I know a lot of things have died.
And my mind’s everywhere but condolences
At a funeral.
Because my mind wanders at night
When I die it’s just like my life
Attention whore.
WHORE.
WHORE.
I know these
It’s words like these I can avoid
I won’t be clever,
cause I’m a guy.
So now I’ll be blunt about it all.
It feels like I’ve been forgotten.
That’s mostly all. 




Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Since I Last Saw You I Fell Down The Rabbit Hole

Oak Harbor

The ferry sets off
Your on my mind
Oh how I want to go back in time
And sea you.

Oh ill play with words,
My humor hurts
When your laugh is not heard,
Knots away.
Anchor on my heart.

But maritime puns & setting suns
Will bring me no closer to you.
As the dark crashes,
still young and brash
yet full of hope for you
he’s sent me signs,
time & time
that again I’ll see you.

But as my
Faith
& flesh
Come together.
One will win, other wither.

They say
All you need is love
But those I give
will loathe 
I’ll  live
another day wanting you.

These subtle hints
Shared moments
Oh why must all this rhyme?
But I digress, I want to impress
The one I cannot have.


Distant love song

Friday morning
Church bells ringing
Rays splinter against
Dew,
drops against
My shoes.

There’s a love song in the distance
Pulled the strings and played the notes
On my mind
Am I on yours?
Though I am doubtful
The boys keep on singin’
Do you hear the distant chords?
Our hearts are out there
Behind the dust.

I have lost hope, but not my faith
In you there is who I fell for
And I’ve looked and I know ill never find.
In time I wished for a different tune
But the theory is the same.

Snap of a snare.
She’ll never know,

Good.



Happy Valentines every one* ! 
*In the terms of how many people see this blog "every one" = a few friends and according to the stats some Ukrainians


Here are two sort of appropriate poems, though a lot of my poems have to do with love...most not positive... Isn't that sweet? But I digress, It's been a while so I hope to post two more tonight and another song. Hopefully I'll be able finish Iron "Lotus" Lung tonight, that one has been taking forever...longer than any other poem I've written but I've had a couple turn of events that have inspired me. Another one I'll post is called "Epitome of Epiphany", and that will be revised through the journey from my notebook to word document....In any case enjoy your day/afternoon/evening/night.

Godspeed,
C.B.