Anxiety
Always have it and in large quantities
Never living in a world filled with harmonies
The only world I’m filled with is a stressful one
A world encompassed by a sweltering hot sun
I can’t breathe and I ache to see the true light
No, it’s only a mirror showing that’s it all not right
Anxiety, release your strain on me, let me be at peace
Don’t cripple me and let me become one of your deceased
Deceased a broken hearted home you have so released
Anxiety, you are ultimately a red sweltering deadly beast
Motivated
I always feel that I need to do
Anything just as long I just do
Does it stem from motivation?
Or is stemming from obligation?
It is all great bullshit in the end
It doesn’t help me to get a friend
It gives peace for a brief moment
It’ll end, in my head, a small omen
Fact of the matter is it’s all useless
The march forward is purely tasteless
Motivated, constipated go hand in hand
always my mind’s idiocies take command
It doesn’t bring me dollars or comfort
What the hell is it? Let’s call it a spurt
A spurt to continue for consist mediocrity
Motivated to remain pleasant and heavenly
Motivated to remain poor and working hard
Just call me the true all-American retard
Pure Innocence
This time is ever so pure,
wishing it will forever endure.
The ocean’s waves crash,
the heart’s blood does so splash.
You are close cheek to cheek,
knees growing ever so weak.
In your arms you are with her,
you talk only with a whisper.
She smells absolutely wonderful,
an angel so great and masterful.
You look slowly to the sky,
this moment can never die.
The moon light beams,
on the girl of your dreams.
You know this is life at its best,
you know this is God’s true test.
So as the time draws near,
you gain more and more fear.
You look so deeply into her eyes,
you see no lies or distant denies.
Finally your lips touch together,
locking truly eternally forever.
There is no resistance,
to this ever pure innocence.
My Poetry Reading Schedule
Pizza and Poetry at Escape from New York in San Francisco