Ancient Collection 3

Sunday, November 25, 2007  

It all may or may not be total bullshit anyway . . .
Current mood:   drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry

Well third times a charm. So, here goes nothing again.


KILLER DISAFFECTED

This is bad, all bad. All the good guys will be dead. I swear on my life, before this is over, We'll watch every last one of them die. The only comfort ever, Is that it wasn't our trigger. These bullets came to pierce hearts, From something much bigger. It wasn't me, my apathy. Maybe it was him, his nihilism. Passed from father to son, killer disaffection.



THE LAST GUNFIGHTER WAS STABBED TO DEATH

The last gunfighter was stabbed to death. In a fit of irony and rage. He was the world's greatest poet, And he died before, he ever put words on a page. If we'd only look, We would see, We already have, Everything we need. Be willing to die for, Every reason that you breathe. But it makes no sense, To just sit there and bleed. So draw your pistol, And dig in your feet. High noon's a coming, And we shall see, Whether or not they've got the drop on me.


A GOD WALKING AMONG MERE MORTALS

I was just born blessed. I can drink for long hours. And stay awake for days on end. I can keep smoking, While coughing and choking. That has to be some kind of skill. I can have vivid delusions, Of discipline and improvement. I can pretend I have power of will. I can feel so intensely, And not put it into words. I'm the most passionate, Romantic man you've ever met, You just simply never heard. I can do all these things, And so many more. Whenever I want, Pass out on the floor. So next time I come home, Ask yourself, "Did a modern day god just walk in the door? Adonis, perhaps. Dionysus or Zues?" I'm mortal, I promise. In spite of all the clues. I'm just that gifted. I'll be whatever you choose.


CAN-DON'T ATTITUDE

You would if you could, But you don't. You can, if you try, But you won't. You're time maybe more productive, If you'd use it to slit your throat. Make an attempt, Or at least, make an exit. Make even one move, I dare you. Do something progressive, Coherent, or new. Fix you're fucking face! And get a can-do attitude!


TABOO

What if I could, Make you say, What I want you to? Without giving away, Any of the clues? How would it be, If you could, Guess the words for me, And I wouldn't
have to speak, Any of those forbidden things? What if it all just 'clicked'? And you could read my mind, Would we win, every time?


A RISKY BUSINESSMAN

We are capable of, Making such an awful mess. Remember this, We won't be remembered, For what it is that we did best. We won't be hailed, For our failures, But cursed for cowardess. The timid may save their strength, But the timid never do save face. Praised for being right. Chastised for being wrong. There is no reward for, Doing what we should have, Been doing all along. But it is even less, Fulfilling to waste our whole lives, Cold-blooded killing, All our precious time. Opportunities wasted, Are how the frightened, Become faceless. Nameless ghosts. Every day seized, Each long shot taken, Is the only way a, Risky Businessman, Can make it.


CATCHPHRASE

My days are numbered, But I can't do the math. I rolled the dice, Of course, I took a bath. When the chips were down, I went all in. I have a bit of a problem, So I'm twelve-stepping again. I fell behind, When I stepped up, But now I'm king of, The mountain top. With a birds-eye view, I can see all around. See where my rowboat, Ran aground. The god of the ocean, Now king without crown. Before I got fired, i should have stepped down.


I HOPE I DON'T START TALKING

Don't give in, To mediocre mediums. Don't let the alcohol, Be behind these words, Of love. I almost can't help, My rambling mouth. Spitting out, choking on, Words and sounds. Let smoker's cough, Drown me out. As I spill my drink, As the idea warms, Lighting two, Cigarettes everytime.


THIS MAYBE TOO OBVIOUS, SO I WON"T GIVE IT A TITLE, I JUST HOPE NOBODY IMPORTANT READS THIS

I may have had, A few too many. A few too many times. But I can't seem to, Help myself, When I'm staring in your, Eyes. So I'll keep drinkin', Doing covert thinking. You just smile, And keep blinking. While you smoke my, Cigarettes. Thank heaven I, Haven't run out yet. So that smoking with you is still, A sure bet. I'll keep lighting butts, Making drinks, Draining cups, Just stay until we, Fill the ashtray up.





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