FETUREDPOETWORK

WELCOME TO REALITY

Welcome to reality,
We're all bored,
We're all inmature,
We're all going to die of cancer or A.I.D.S.,
Or some god inflicting disease.
We all spill liquid on the table and create
    great new diseases of the mind,
Cause scenes and act shy,
We all wish we could paint the sky,
    But few get lost in it....cosumed by the vast, bound blue.
We're all obsessed with celebritres and t.v. screens,
Tabloid rumors and M.T.V. scenes.
Long hair and shaved heads,
We all wish we were dead.
Reciting rhymes from someone eles' mind....
This whole fucking world is blind.
Frome Time To Time.

FEEDING

Banished, underneath the porch,
To smoke cigarettes, to think,
Listen to them preach,
I'm messy, I'm harsh, I speak unfavorably.
The bible bangers watch, packs on the counter,
What if they show up?....yellow hair, holes in cloths,
     dirty jeans,
What would the neighbors think?
Pennies for currency, carbonated beverage bubbling from my
    lips, hips sagging, eye lashes dangling, scars on my knee..
They say   " Where was she??....."
Smiling, I look down, lounging around,
I see them watching me, following me with their eyes,
I rub together my thighs and wait.....I found out what they need....
                               THEY NEED ME.
To spit, to shit,
To squirm and squeek,
They need me to be weak.
They need me to fall down,
To fuck the ground.
To sin. And grin.
And ask for their forgivness......

I got cigarettes on my lips.
My fingers grip my pen, I don't need to pretend.
I don't need them to prove that I'm strong...to string me along...
I am not a kitten that is lost in hay.
So Fuck Them Anyway.;

9-1-1

There are bombing on t.v.
It's in the air.
Planes smacking buildings,
Nothing seems fair.
People are dying,
They're already dead.
Underneath buildings,
They're filling my head.
With images of Voices,
Haunting melodic.
Strangly annoying,
I feel like they bought it.
Money for tragedy.
Or tragedy for money.
I can't help laughing,
This patrodic shit's funny.
" Flags everywhere!! "
On every shirt!
Some worn as hats,
Some painted in dirt.
Preachers on t.v.,
HIgh on ther horse.
Flags wave behind them,
I'm not sure what's worse.
Terrorists that hate us
and want us dead,
Or religion and politics,
Sharing a bed.

THISISLIFE

Old men sit in resturants disscussing politics,
Twenty five years too late.
Homeless people pass by windows,
Walking quickly to stimulate their freezing legs.
Buisness men walk straight ahead without a nod.
Bundled up security gaurds patrol
student filled areas.
Birds fly, and fly, and fly around,
Nothing alive can hold them down.
Trees sit back and quietly wait.
For winter to die and stpring to awake.
The fire alarm rings and we all stand outside
For two hours and freeze.
I'm in love with life...
Today.