Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”
A remix/sequel to Shakespeare’s classic.
So many tears, So many years, So many fears, So many beers. So many jokes, So many tokes. So many drugs, So many hugs. So much pain, So much gain. These are the things to live for, So many things, And so many more.
God fucking cock sucking mother fucking damnit! Quite a poetic opening am I right? Yes a bit blunt but to be honest I am in a foul mood. I started off the year strong by getting published twice in one month, but ever since June it has been a series of pitches and rejection letters.Continue reading “Poetry’s Place in the Revolution: The Rant of a Socialist Poet”
Shadows form at night. Even when the moon is full? And dawn, always came.
Some old school hip hop and my new school haiku poems, Future is balance.
Why do we have wars? What is the point any more? Why must children die?
3 X marks the spot We are Generation Porn. Sex is only truth.
Advertisement hell, Some say God Bless USA, Damn America.
You can’t bring me down, All because I love myself and control ego.
A year is a dream some turn into a nightmare, Every day can count.
A cup of coffee, and lots of marijuana, relate to content.
A 50 ounce beer, Rest in Peace my long lost pal, So many miss you.