Man Of God

    I Drove You Out

    Monday, July 7, 2008, 09:25 PM [General]

    I said hello to a young man I saw

    At the bank of Transylvania

    He is a blond young man

    That is what I did

    Since you've been gone

    Doing what you do

    When you are gone

     

    The young man was soft spoken

    And he seemed very gentle

    I wonder if he would lie

    The way you have lied

    Or hide himself

    The way you hide

    I don't believe he would do

    All that you have done

     

    I dream that perhaps

    I could feel feelings for him

    The way I did for you

    Do for him

    All that I once did for you

    Would he tell me he loves me

    The way that you once did

    With tears

    And would he break my heart

    Has you have done

     

    I said hello a young man

     I dreamed of him

    And wished he were you

    You, as I remember you

    The dark haired, green eyed youth

    Sad, and brooding

    Hopeful, and lovely

    Oh where have I chased you to

    Away from me

    In my miserable solitude

    Deep in screaming loneliness

    My friends are all dead

     

    I can not feel

    My body yearns for endless sleep

    And quiet dreams of love I knew before

    A love left battered and bleeding

    Dead. Just like our love

    That is no more

    And will never be again

    I said hello to a handsome young man

    I made another smile

    And another young man

    I thought I saw blush

    All of this

    Since you have gone

    To be where you must be

     

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    Shallow Graves

    Saturday, June 28, 2008, 03:29 PM [General]

    As if some unholy mystery

    Abandoned, without a tomb stone

    Knowledge of my name absent

    -from memory

    who shall ever think of me

    Again? Gone, my world

    Silent

    Away for all eternity

    I rest under tumble weeds

    and flies

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    The Man Who Pissed Off Jesus

    Friday, June 27, 2008, 03:24 PM [General]

    I will tell you how I fell in love

    With the man who pissed off Jesus

    The Son of Predition

    Jesus can't forgive

    Must have pissed him off pretty good

    Because Jesus usaully don't hold a crudge like that

    The Man who pissed off Jesus

    Must have lost the number

    Because the two haven't spoken in Ages

    And even Jesus

    Don't love him anymore

    My good friend Death

    We dine and laugh

    About the awfulless of things

    But if anyone has one to burn

    He does

    And so we sit in our gloom

    Sitting smoking doom

    Been mine since back in the day

    And now he is here to stay

    Nothing hurts me anymore

    It is my season to be me

    Losing all and having nothing

    But everything there is

    Is mine

    And only Satan wins

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    Pathetically, And Without Hope

    Friday, February 22, 2008, 04:57 PM [General]

    My heart aches And it feels broken in pieces Such a fiery desire That went unspoken   The times I cry Only because I know you have others Better than I   I can not compete Against those You choose over me I loose every time   I would whisper to tell only you Kiss you, and lick only you Over and over, all over Until you were sure   Say farewell, then into the night Still, I wish we'd never part I miss your smell And yearn to be close again   I love your skin; white, it excites Your hair turns me on Hazel eye dark and sad Quiet soul, mingled with good and bad   But your feelings for me Are not what I had hoped for My insides are cornered Corralled and excellently roped   You do not want me, at all Not the way I want you You have chosen another, now There is nothing to do   If I could, I would show you all You would ever need to know I would do anything you want... All needs, I would fulfill   I would do anything, just say it What ever you want, I will do it hat is how I love And how much I dare, for you

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    A Poem

    Friday, February 8, 2008, 06:17 PM [General]

    Monster Serenade

    by Mike Martinez   

      Dedicated To A Friend    

      

          Preface     

     This is a short poem for a person who I really don't know. But he is someone I think about a lot. And a man I care about a lot. There is more to it than this. Much more, I am sure, than I will ever really know. And so, it is okay to conclude that I never had a clue, and still fail to understand. Consequently, this poem is rife with sentiment. As such, how serious can we take all that it emotes? You can take it serious, though. Because my emotions are true. This poem is true too. -The Mog  

         Introduction  

         I am cemetery weary     Creating a crazy scenario     There is no god, there is not love     There is no looking back     I trade sanity, for all of that     It's been impossible to know     Where my soul is at...      

      Part 1  

     Imploring  

      How can I tell you Young man What you won't understand? But, in the evening rain I wish I could Teach you To feel as I do, And forget everything.   Is it possible To capture, and in a trance Tell you What is hard to say But, I smell poetry And gentle rage; Unsettled softness In your bottomless eyes.   I want to Tell you all. And more besides. To touch you; Unfold ourselves, in twilight Make you feel with me, Trusting in eternity Beyond death like smells.....      

    Part 2  

    On An Elevated Vantage Point    

     Looking out across a sea Of thorny trees; sprawled out magnificently Sparkling like an emerald This jungle forest lay Before him.... At first.... Behind you, now    So many mindless worlds    Left behind you,    A light over your shoulder To guide you.... To remind you....          Thinking of everything, You won't be surprised to find yourself Surprised, unknowingly innocent Everlasting beckons us always, forever Before.... You now; deserted Before you...     Just to remind you,     To prod you....     Electrocute you. So many endless screams Your victims haunt Cavern like escapes cascading An avalanche of spurting blood Before you lay A graveyard of dung On sunburned earth.     A place for sex And lies Pretext: Sits before you To remind you... Nothing inside you... Only emptiness. The hole The pit No one lives there, Only rotting stench....    

    Part 3  

     Monkey On Me

        Break it all up, pry the corners up Go through every little thing A person ever owned, all they had But couldn't take.   Build up around this one Spitting, and drooling, self degrading Undertaking; lights waiting for me Buzzing, driving,fretting, until    I couldn't take it    I learned to hate it    I was so strung out, then;    I was so insane.   But no one sees you; but you Don't keep secret What you know. No one sees you Do, what you Don't want them to.   Can this be, or Does he wait? Inside of me; Astride of me, I saw you looking.... I was pleading, Because I want you For me, young man.    

    Part 4  

    La Dumpe'  

      Empty fields Run dry, like brittle bones forsaken blood and drunken voices; echoing across conscience, Guilt ridden game Played upon murderous shame.   Unpillowed, and naked Down back roads, trails polluted Trashed, watery gulch, tumbleweed patch A bridge, and a syphon to burn with garbage all around The discarded sounds can never relinquish their hold On your mental shoulder, your soul   I want to say the words, So you can hear me say, I want you so much. And can you feel me breathe Never leave, oh unrepentant One of nature's doings can you ever feel as I do? Buried beneath wormy sorrow, I entreat love, for Love's sake To live, to sigh By and by   

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