what we call art...

artistic. so many things are considered art now.... sigh... poetry falls into disrepair, and writing in general has become either too stuffy, or to oriented toward people who don't read. it just doesn't work. so people go for visual, or audial (is that a word?) art. i think that people are pretty useless in general. we /i/ kinda mess things up way too much. and this is one of the examples that is actually kinda useless, but it makes me sad. poetry and prose used to incite people's emotions.... to bring out feelings of love, anger, joy, dread. people are too connected with everything else to feel these emotions much it seems... maybe i'm wrong, but thats what it seems like to me.

truth pt 1.

so i was thinking today, not missing...
when i realized something quite int'resting.
i found, it so seems,
that in love, things,
are illogical, and often dilluded.
some say that others create fault,
and that rarely is such fault merited.
well it seems to me, at least my belief,
is that love likes to overlook the truthes, hated.
the sad thing, my friends, is the outcome, the end...
the truth when it finally is revealed...
the poor lovers eyes,
his sobs, and his cries,
as he leaves the world he's created.
when you remove the lies,
the twisted surprise
is that no human is a good one.

One thing that drives me insane...

have you ever noticed that theres always a few people around that have to hear everyone's problems... from the insignificant to the most back breaking dilemma's? i seem to be one of those people. i don't mind. it kinda makes me feel good that i can try to be uplifting to someone else. but you know what really kills me? the one thing that drives me nuts? no one cares to listen to whats on my mind. my friends try, but then after a while they decide that all they can do is tell me to get over it, or quit thinking about it. my brain's being consumed by acid over here, and i'm supposed to forget it??? umm... ok, let me try that, and tell you how it works out. argh....! it just makes me mad that im nice enough to be there for people who won't do the same for me. through all the crying, and moping, and pouting, and even talk of suicide that i've had to listen to, you'd think someone, somewhere would be grateful to return the favor. well, thanks guys... sharing emotions is really the one thing i'm halfway maybe okay at... and know thats blocked of because i have no outlet. sigh....

the scarecrow version 1.1

he stands in the midst of dusk, his frame a darkened husk,
alone, surrounded by dust, across empty fields he glares,
his form twisted, quite grotesque, vigilantly watches,
always ready to defend, all that which his vision crosses,
the scarecrow grins a sadistic grin, his teeth like shining daggers,
his hollow laugh echoes upon the barren field he watches,
ready at once to rend, to tear, destroy, and maim,
willing, hoping for another one, a victim for to claim,

Starting a new path today...

k first off, lets get this out of the way, cuz i'm tired of people being ignorant. i'm going to the iowa park church for a myriad of reasons... mostly cuz its not even a mile from where i live, and gas is really expensive. so here we go.... to the main reason i started typing today....


the darkness spreads from person to person,
an evil wicked smell,
the sickness makes us all death-ridden,
and caused graves to swell,
only by a sacrifice could mankind be made clean,
a holy lamb, a pure white dove,
saved our souls from hell.
to this day we all struggle,
and i know i am the king,
of liars, thieves, of wickedry,
and of all of the obscene,
so know that i'm not perfect,
and only that i try,
and if you see me hit the ground,
or forget just how to fly,
i'm a being of two natures,
one holy and pure,
the other, a thing darkness
for which there is but one cure.
i'm struggling inside,
and i get weak,
but remember that i'm trying,
do me a favor and utter a prayer,
to help me keep from dying.

Down and Out. Tantric.

i love this song...
its actually hopeful.... so in honor of the amazing song...
here we go.


for all the times you thought you could count me out,
i stand, smiling to tell you what i'm all about,
i laugh as you, bowed head, begin to pout,
it only grows as you begin to doubt,

for all the times i've felt you here,
knowing no one else would care,
you surround me,
warm me and astound me,

knowing nothing else but fear,
they all run and dissapear,
but you found me,
only joy an hope surround me,

kk, i'm done for now... need to work on my fans stuffs... lol, not much so it makes it more important!

stuf 2.3456

find me....

lost among the dessert sea loathing,
lost among the dark, bloating,
mass of all the graveyards going
slowly, slowly
...insane.

new path...

following yesterdays flotsam,
a path i'd rejected,
not realizing my love i'd neglected,
recovering, slowly
... again.