Peace

They are carrying me
My son, my friend, my nephews
Where are we going ?
To a big station wagon
Now we're driving
There's so many cars
One after another
One is full of pretty flowers
Everyone is so serious
Some are stoned
Others are drunk
Many are calmed by pills
I don't need any of this
I am truly at peace
For the first time in my life
Now driving down a long road
With trees on both sides
Like a tunnel of trees
With light at the end
The light is a cemetery
The light is eternity
We finally stop
Everyone is dressed in black
Except one woman in red
My wife is crying
My sister is crying
My nephews are bored
There's a pile of dirt
Next to a big hole
Next to a granite slab
It reads "Too fast to live
Too young to die"
I made that up
I always liked that one
My parents join me
My brother joins us
We watch from above
It isn’t painful
It’s quite peaceful
Some reverend
Is saying something relevant
He’s been drinking too
Most of them do
My family asks if I’m ready
I’ve been ready most of my life
They tell me that now I just am
Time to meet the maker
For a moment touched by God
Freedom from my shell
At one with the universe
I am home
Free to do as I choose
I can go back or I can stay
God says “Take your time”
He says I have eternity
There’s no urgency
Only peace, love and serenity
I will figure it out
Do what I choose
Build a new universe
Or ride the astral plane
Visit the other worlds
See what really is
Gone is the prison
Known as Earth

- EB

I just want to say, that last one I should have posted some place else. it isn't about pain. It's quite the opposite. It's about being free from pain.

Maybe then it is about pain. Being rid of it....

Peace to all!







[edit on 16-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Blow Your Mind

Losing...
Losing my sense of me
What could the purpose be ?
Meaning to my life and all
What about the fall ?
What if I can't get back up ?
Next time I screw up
The woman keeps me down
Treats me like an ass clown
Maybe she's right
Maybe it's time for goodnight
We have good days
And we have bad days

They all become one
When you stare at a gun
They all combine
To blow your mind

Choosing...
Choosing to be free
Is not easy
We all have responsibilities
And costume parties
They will miss us
More hate from the missus
They will hate her for it
Try to break her spirit
She doesn't have any
Much like Dick Cheney
Heartless and psychopathic
Yet I'm the lunatic

We all become one
When we stare at a gun
We all are kind
To blow our minds

- EB





[edit on 29-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Loved you once
Loved you twice
Even when you weren't so nice
When we met
We used to dance
Life was all about romance
You were sugar
And everything nice
Now you're salt and old spice
We used to go
To all the shows
Sonic Youth and Los Lobos
B-52s
Boom Town Rats
And Stray Cats
We were immortal
Fearless in our sins
And ear to ear grins

(to be continued)

We were immortal
Fearless in our sins
And ear to ear grins
Abnormal all
According to our parents
And neighbors apparently
They were watching
And judging and hating
We were just experimenting
Bobby got run over one year
He was killed
Mr. Nelson was gin filled
He got five years
Bobby got the death penalty
He was just ten and three
We were all the same age
We were just kids
Until Bobby closed his lids
Hard to concentrate after that
Tommy turned to drugs
And Johnny hung with thugs
I managed a good facade
Appeared to be together
Even though I was lost forever
The demons lay dormant
Until my dorm in college
Lost the desire for knowledge
Tommy became an attorney
Johnny died of an overdose
Emotions went comatose
Took ten years to exit the fog
Now again one of life's cogs
Don't know if I enjoy it
It is what it is for now
That may change tomorrow

(to be continued)

Emotions went comatose
Took ten years to exit the fog
Now again one of life's cogs
Don't know if I enjoy it
It is what it is for now
That may change tomorrow
Feel lost in the matrix
Can't tell what's real anymore
Perhaps reality is only forklore
Truth in another dimension
Maybe dreams are reality
A glimpse into eternity
Things got better for a while
They usually do
Had me a new gal to woo
We were together eight years
Loves of eachother's lives
I killed it three times
The last time was the end
Three strikes and I was out
Alcohol helped me forget about
Seven more years I struggled
Job to job and lover to lover
I dind't find love in these others

(to be continued)

heres a s**t poem
about pain
ive been in a bit of pain recently
it feels like winter
at least im getting thinner
i watched you sail away
at the end of december
looks like you'll be sailing forever
(take care in the weather)

id call you
but my phone's disconnected
(i pulled it out and burnt it)
and the dog jumped on it
i fed the ashes to a passing kite
he was circling your boat
(just thought u should know)

ive been dangerously busy lately
i can feel my head spinning
with all the spare time ive got
to plan the rise and fall of empires
yeah, they were all based on
your smile

but thats corny now isnt it?

Well i think this poems getting to long
so i have to go
its sunny down my way
just thought u should know.

sometimes when you bleed
it doesnt hurt so much
sometimes when you cut
you cant feel the pain

let me tell you bout the emerald city
its not in kansas
anymore
there are fields of poppies lying about
dorothy was high last time i checked
and the bikers freak me out.

i followed the yellowbrick road
i killed the wicked witch
(i even caught one of her monkies
and put it with my collection of flying pigs
just incase)
now what?

u know that evil fairy queen with the
collection of heads (its in return to oz)
well, it always seemed such a pity to me
cuz one of em was beautiful.

Explanation knows not pain
As pitch consumes my mind
Within the depths of depravity
Torment is all I find

Oh Hades bring your wrath of sin
And cage my soul once more
Mock me further as you will
Like you have done before

Weakened spite has tainted I
Within the soul I claimed
But now as time has slipped away
All light within is maimed

Acceptance of my darkest thoughts
Saddle up the ride
As I traverse the rift of hate
Pain is at my stride




Oh torn am I as if a rope
Between the thoughts of fear and hope
What will be as time rolls by?
Will I live or will I die?

Will I surface will I sink?
From the the depths of all I think?
I fear this pain will plague my time
And mock my hope as if a mime

So leave all words where they belong
With riddle and with worded song
Pain simply cannot be explained
Within the darkness where it remains

[edit on 22-5-2009 by N3krostatic]

Oh failure, I chant
your terrifying name.
Accept me your
old Prophet.
I join your
pantheon of bards,
high blood pressure,
myopia, arthritis
tintinus and all.

There's a fine line
Between pleasure and pain
Pleasure is a kiss on the cheek
Pain is never being kissed again
Pleasure is the licking of tongues
Hugs and sexual shenanigans

Pain is a bullet in the brain
The pleasure to blow one's mind
I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
There lies the fine line mines
Trapped in some outer limits limbo
Tied down by human confines

Season of Sorrow

Under the october sky, she danced with the grace of a thousand dying crows. Staring into the black clouds of an eternal sky. Watching the leaves fall from withering trees. Into the autumn desolation, her eyes pierced my heart with vines outstretched into my soul. She sings a hymn for the dying sun into clouds of eternity.

And she danced forever, into the December moon. With the cold air of my beating heart. If we could just lay together in this white gold paradise. She whispered a song of sorrow in mine ears. Let us dance together like once before, under the crystal rain of a winter midnight. So that she may hold my heart for eternity.

She dances away into the rising sun. Away forever. Two seasons apart from happiness. She hath my light. A piano song written for my winter Queen, I shall always sing. So that forever may never forget me.

When I was 28 years old
I had a Nazi girlfriend
She wore a skull ring
and had a swastika tattoo
She hated crippled people
but never mentioned Jews

Tie the noose around my neck
Not too loose and not too tight
Gonna sleep good tonight
Tie a rock to my corpse
And toss it in the quarry
Tell'em I'm in Europe...end of story

Tie a noose around my neck
Watch me do the chicken dance
There's a dead girl on the train
And the rooster is still dancing
Tie a tag to my toe
Take all my possessions and call me John Doe

Tie a noose around my neck
Not for that auto-erotic asphyxiation
There's nothing erotic about death
Although I do fantasize about it
Untie me from the ball and chain
So I can find another one to die for

I didn't mean to kill the kid.
Well, I did,
but I didn't know she was a kid.
She was firing, I was ducking
it cuts right thru
to the heart of me.

....... and later, I saw her little
ninety-pound frame,
laying in the mud, turned backward
no shame in it they say,
but they pull away
and won't meet my eyes.

It wears on me,
oh sure, I buried her,
marked with a stupid little cross
Surely she wasn't a Christian,
but what's a hick to do.

She screams in my dreams
I say, it wasn't my fault
But....... she doesn't believe
It cuts right through .....
to the heart of me.

I don 't like to hold a grudge,
But admit I have done so.
Sometimes it is hard to resist,
So things sit and they grow.

It's not a trait of which I am proud,
But somethings have a mind of their own.
So I try to work through the best I can,
And not bother others with my moan.

Most things work themselves out,
As time and nature take course.
As I muddle through the lingering grudge,
Looking for a stronger force.

As they say "time heals all wounds"
Truer words were never spoken.
Soon I forget the true cause,
And the grudge is now broken.

If you hold on to them too tight,
It weakens the mind and soul.
So forget the past and move on,
Forgiveness the ultimate goal.

Sometimes I get
ready to go out
but I never leave.
I sit in the car and
listen to the radio.
Skynard Simple Man
Jack Flash Jumps.
I wanted something
else besides bills.
In the Cold Distance
I see circling red lights
in yellow air while
I mumble prayers
to the junkies, Priests
and dogs.

I want to buy something.
There's nothing wrong
with that.
Let me see your face,
Your back,
your breast.
For you I would
give up my primitive
religion, my poverty,
my hatred of the rich.
Shall we go find out
what's going on out
there?
Then come back?