Living the Good Life in Prison?

I live in a dark place,
In a four by four room
White walls
Trapped in bars.
The dargest place that a man
Will find himself in,
But I get treated pretty well
For what I have done.

Everybody knows me here
But I don't know myself.
I don't have any freedom
No rights
I deserve it.
I'm an animal;
I have killed my wife Nicole
The one woman I lived for.
I am too embarassed of my kids to see me here
To know what I have done.
They will hate me;
I have killed their only mother.

But she made me do it
I really didn't kill her.

He is not part of the mean

He is not the average seventeen year old boy.

He sits in class

But is not learning a thing;

He is in fact third in his class.

He can’t wait to explore the world

He is stuck in this town

With people who don’t think like him.

He grew up so fast

I am not sure how it happened;

This philosopher boy.

He thinks like an adult

Not even most adults think like him

Not even society.

He is a passionate, environmentalist, loving boy.

He wants to change and keep growing

To experience the world

To try anything and everything.

He is a successful human being

He is extraordinary

He will always be better than average.

Strange or Plain Different

Strange, foreign, objects around me

They don't confuse creation

One giant leap for resources

Successful individuals


We lock tired eyes

We are different

Their differences are much more obvious

How quick society can be to shove these people into their ill-fitting frames

Chosen to cause ultimate destruction

Go on and pick me apart

You'll know me before you'll search for me


The five of us were just sitting around at some campsite in Maine

Making basic propositions to each other

Their bodies move

Dash silently gleaming

Maintain systolic function

Willful determination

Different way of thinking

Different way of processing info

Intellectual individuals

Don't have to be strange in the eyes of the beholder

Society should be rational in seeing the world in a new light


Aspects of once spoken words drop off

I wasn't there to ask

I am like them

Through This Long Still Night

Where have you been?

I have been waiting up for you

Nothing to do

But lie awake in my bed

Through this long still night.


You shouldn't get so concerned;

You know how these things go

Life happens

You meet a friend

You start talking

Time goes by

Through this long still night.


Don't think I don't know

I can see it

In your eyes

In your breath

In the way you talk;

you don't see me the same way anymore

You have gone somewhere else

Through this long still night.


I am right here,

aren't I?

I am here through this long still night

Wanting you

No more games

I promise

Through this long still night.

The Mushroom world

You are the one that should be
full of happiness;
a song that brings excitement
to the green fungus.

can't stop letting it inspire me
this clusterfuckerish world;
it is a wix happy place
for a sad individual.
this world that brings happiness
and people eat mushrooms.

what if i'm only happy
to forget about the voyeurentity experience?
then the journey slowly ends
fire burns my eyes
my nose drips with blood
i am hurting
don't give up mushrooms
i like the power that you give me
i hate to leave you ygoisteimsi.

These agamenonabnormalities are given the impression to
go to my comfortable place;
preferably the mushroom place
where i like to travel to-
and that is all that matters.

Have a Good Time

Hello old friend it’s been a long, long time

No need to worry, so stop that whine.

You’re lost you say, and directions you seek

Well don’t you fret and let me speak.

We were lovers at one time

You won’t see me and I have lost my mind.

I cannot think I cannot sleep

I feel so bad you make me weep.

Well anyways I will stop my rant

You lost your way, now you scurry like an ant.

You are not that far from the place you chose

You should get a GPS, I have one of those.

Take a right at Kingdom Square

As you can see you are almost there.

It’s around the corner and down the street.

Now you are at the theater, so take a seat.

Someday we should talk again

Before we need a walking cane.

Until that day, I will hold my breath

So make it quick before I choke to death.

Gibberish

A young man who is sobering up

Goes to a Chinese restaurant.

He is trying to look composed,

Yet he keeps failing.

He makes a joke,

“I can't understand the Chinese women speaking.

My brain is hurting

My mind is spinning

My stomach is hungry

These women need to learn English

Because it sounds to me

Like they are saying

BRRRR

TA TA TA!”

The next week

The young man tells the joke to his friends.

Again he tells what happened

Loving the attention,

“...Aaaa-nd my mind was spinning

All I wanted was to eat

And what did I get?

Chinese women talking gibberish.

My ears couldn't have been mistaken

One Chinese lady said BRRRR

While the other said TA TA TA.”

His friends all started laughing except one.

Gibberish never sounded so funny to the rest;

It sure showed the friend's personality in the joke.

Again the young man restated the joke

Having a hard time believing that this friend

Just wasn't getting the joke.

“You didn't even had to be there

To really get this joke.

These Chinese women sounded out of their minds

And it made my head spin.

I say don't let them cross the border

without an American dictionary.

Six months later,

Let's give them a test

To make sure they've earned their stay

And let's give them their citizenship.”

Again all the friends laughed except that same one.

That friend either did not get the joke

Or did not have a sense of humor.