Knowing Love

I love you
Did you know?
I love you
and that is so.

It's not anything
particularly important
But I'll show you how it's wonderful
If you give me a moment

Imagine saying who you are
Putting yourself into words
Admitting that you are unique
Apart from the herds

Now imagine that someone can hear
And understand what you just said
They know you from your little toe
To the tip of your head

Now picture if you can
That they said the same to you
Do you think it would be great
To know them true

That my dear is love
Knowing you inside and out
And knowing both of you
Don't want to be without

Maybe you wont cling to the stars
Or last till the end of time
But for a moment you want each other
And that is sublime

I love you
Now you know
I love you
So?

A Full Stop

Poetry by a poet who doesn't read any poetry

Do you long for eye contact with strangers?

Sometimes, I wish hell would open up

I would like to meet those who have been damned

I think it would change a person for the better

When I do something stupid

Realize that life is a joke and I'm laughing at myself too

If only I could believe half the beautiful words I write

I never finished that sentence

You may ask why, but I think you know I won't answer you

Here's a turn of fate

I'll tell you why

Because if I believed half of the beautiful words I wrote

Then this cosmic comedy demands it be the lonely half

The blackened and hopeless words that drift from an empty heart

And that would be too tragic an end for a silly poet

So I'll never end my sentence

Hope the world takes pity on a sentence fragment

The Nose

Cold and plain are the walls of life
Devoid of hope, passion, or even strife
Just plain white walls and flickering florescence
Ticking clocks while you chisel at rocks.

And all you See oppresses you
Narrow corridors
Bright unforgiving light
Wear and tear on every surface

And all you Hear oppresses you
The hum on ventilation
The grind of electricity
and every single nattering voice

And all you Feel oppresses you
Rough clothing that isn't your own
Shoes made to protect the budget, not your feet
The slight pressure of everyone's expectations

But the Nose knows no bounds
It breaths in deep the smell of freedom
It learns to ignore the brutal assault
It finds the moments of serenity

Cold and plain are the walls of life
But wild are the smells
Let go of hurtful sights and sounds
The Nose knows no bounds

The Problem with Hair

Hair.
What the fuck.
What the actual fuck.
Why...
I can't even....
..... the fuck?
I don't mean to insult you
Or make you feel belittled
But HAIR?!?
Be it long and supple
Short like stubble
Coming out the top of your head
Or peeking out your underwear
Who gives a flying fuck
about such useless stuff as hair?

I could have a grizzly beard
Does that make me weird?
I could cut it from here to there
It's only my goddamn hair!
Tell me if you're a republican or democrat
I don't give a shit if your hair is coloured this or that.
Do you believe in life beyond the grave
Or do you worry about when you have to shave?
I mean, jesus christ, what the hell is wrong
With not getting a wax when you decide to wear a thong?
Hasn't this civilization grown up enough
That we can stop caring about such trivial stuff?

I'll eat my hat
Ever single one I own
If you can give me an answer to that

Until Eventually

Sun

Office

Top floor

Evening

Glow

Cubicle

Desk

Papers

Work

Forgotten

Window

Cityscape

Reflections

Sunspots

Clouds

Reds

Purples

Blues

Next day

It comes a little bit earlier

Until it starts to come a little bit later

Until it starts to come a little bit earlier

Until the eyes that belong to that man

Who belongs to that desk and that office

Turn off forever

Nature changes every day

But never every year

Why teach us that life is uncertain

Just to show us that it isn't?

Everything goes on and on again

Until it stops

But when will that be?

Blood Letting

Reach into me
Where my dreams course
In a crimson sea

Take those living thoughts
From that home of a thumping heart
Take them far from me

Where they spill
Liquid only and not Life
Not the Sickness

Because dreams haunt hearts
And carry with them joy and pain
That circle round my bones

Do what heals the curse
Of too much earthly love
Too much Life

Turn it all off
By turning my skin open
And letting some of it go

Dreams splattered on linen
Pain wrapped in gauze
Joy in red liquid

Calm
The tides gone out
No more dreams

Ye Mighty One

Yea and Verily!
Hold fast ye manhood
And attend this growing yarn!
That weaves a tale like tapestry
And tells of engorged manly bits!

A living monster of man
With woven gold for hair
A body as strong as steel
With teeth made of pearl
and an arse of iron

This great creature
woed entire towns
With a lilting sigh
and would then go on
To make wild passion
With every available orifice

This mind of great
Incomprehensibility
Thought thoughts
that even the gods
dare not think about

And when this lovely specimen
Was destined to die
He looked at Death
Square in the eye
And told him to
"SHOVE OFF"

Ohhh,yes.
Ye Mighty One
Oh master of the flying balls
Oh speaker of the funny word
Ohhhhh, ooooooh,
So much adoration exist
That a noise of exaltation
Is the only thing that'll do

OOOOOOOHHHHHHH
JASON!

Whoops, didn't say anything

I could say nothing at all.

Just remain silent

In an age where noise is everything

I could say nothing

But I choose to make sound

Despite not knowing what sound I want to make

I'll just croak

Gurgle, burp, and honk

and hope it sounds pretty

Really in the end

I still haven't said anything

I suppose I might not ever

But I could say nothing at all

And that would be okay

That would be alright

It's like jazz.

I have a moment
Only a second
To make you feel
Everything beautiful

Somehow
I've got to twist the words
Find the little jewels
Discover the loving message
In enough lines to keep you interested

Why?
Not why give love
Because more love means more love for all
But why struggle
To wrap a blanket of sweet words around you
When I can just ask.

Please
Be beautiful
Create beauty
Inspire beauty
And accept it when it eventually returns to you

Quandary

The wisest man in the world
Can be shot and killed
By the most unwise man in the world

So who is the intelligent one?

The wise man who lets himself be shot
Or the unwise man for shooting.

Clothed in my Quiet Label

I am no romantic
The language of love was taught to me awkwardly

I am no macabre man
The world is far too cute to me

Nor am I a flowery poet
Description is hard and fast to me

However neither am I some realist
Because I dream too often and too loud

My words have no label
No title
No section in your local book store
And while others long
Too stand ass naked before the world
Defying all definition

I would like a bookshelf
With a word in simple lettering
My writing laying there pristine
With the lovers of
Horror
Happiness
Fantasy
Biography
Suspense
Revolution
and Self Discovery
To wander by
And smile
Because they know what to expect