tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118396022024-02-28T14:57:20.478-05:00poetathanks to the power of the matrix. this has begun. this is my pain and joy. this is my poerty. and the poetry of those that inspire me. this wil be a year long journy of creation and destruction. this will be the becoming of me.the creation of sebastian.poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-91084030731447667332007-09-20T18:06:00.001-04:002007-09-20T18:07:22.824-04:00tired 2i deleted my first post on this subject.<br /><br />im just so tired of being pulled and i Just want to Die.<br /><br />and this makes me very sad.poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1118319743702827142005-06-09T08:22:00.000-04:002005-06-09T20:03:59.720-04:00Again?burning<br />its fucking<br />3 am<br />and im sweating<br />burning up<br />i should turn on the<br />AC<br />but i can have<br />another<br />$84.65 bill<br />i drink to much<br />Delirum Tremens<br />Troublette<br />La Fin du Monde<br />they are expensive<br />and i wont even<br />get into<br />my Anime<br />Habbit<br /><br />here in this bed<br />alone<br />thinking<br />sweating<br />always the same<br /><br />the problem is<br />i dont think<br />its the<br />heat.poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1118319288548972382005-06-09T08:14:00.000-04:002005-06-09T20:06:39.470-04:00Malboro Blend No.27'sWhat’s the point?<br />It’s just another<br />Empty<br />Instant message<br />From across the globe<br />It just hurts me<br />More<br />Each time.<br /><br />####.<br />There I said it.<br />You’re a<br />A name<br />Tattooed on my<br />Soul<br />But this is<br />Empty<br />With-out blood.<br />Spirit<br />Anima<br /><br />At times you made this<br />Frankenstein<br />Feel alive<br /><br />Today I thought<br />About your hands<br />Small, soft,<br />Yet unrefined.<br />Nails like a little girl<br />And how they<br />Touched me<br />Caressed me<br />Held me<br />Made me feel<br />Loved<br />Because of who I was.<br /><br />But that changed<br />I became<br />Not good enough<br />For you<br />I didn’t have<br />Enough money<br />Wasn’t fit enough<br />I didn’t mind miami<br /><br />Do you know<br />How many<br />Better girls<br />Desired your<br />Place on my heart<br />I can name three<br /><br />But it’s ok<br />Angel**<br />I’m<br />Still me<br />An evil bastard<br />Confused as ever<br />I sill only cause<br />Pain to them<br />I always was the best.<br />For them.<br /><br />And your not<br />Special<br />Neither am I<br />And neither are they<br />We’re all just<br />Monkeys<br />Looking to be loved<br />On our terms<br /><br />This is still<br />Plastic death land<br />We’re all fake<br />Waxed, tanned, toned, implanted<br />And no one cares<br />It all tastes the same<br />Welcome to the land of Pinocchio<br />“There are no strings on me”<br />Just golden strands on my heart<br />At least I didn’t go buy cigarettes.<br /><br />**Angles: if you remember have no soul hence no humanity and our existiance on this plane to them would be temporary so if they kill us they are doing us a favor. removing us from pain. in other words its BS. Angles can be evil and pain can cause creation and beauty.poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1118118375579004992005-06-07T00:26:00.000-04:002005-06-07T00:26:15.596-04:00Alone at night? (beta)I see it every night
<br />The clock on the VCR
<br />Glowing orange
<br />12:35
<br />Thinking again
<br />Feeling odd
<br />Cant sleep
<br />I remember
<br />Che’s eyes
<br />How many times have I seen them?
<br />Looking at me
<br />Like a mirror
<br />I see it
<br />Passion for change,
<br />Anger
<br />Lust
<br />Hunger
<br />
<br />I can feel it again
<br />It’s been so long
<br />The ether is flowing again
<br />My mind races
<br />Thinking of the moon
<br />Its craters
<br />It’s light
<br />It’s power
<br />It’s magic
<br />The ether flowing
<br />Through me again
<br />
<br />Why?
<br />Why does my hearty race tonight
<br />Can’t I be at peace?
<br />Why can’t I take that Journey
<br />Why can’t I ride that SV-650
<br />To New Orleans
<br />New York
<br />Ride
<br />Away from everything that’s bothering me
<br />Just ride
<br />To Argentina
<br />Go back to Palermo
<br />Where I feel at home
<br />Feel the cold rain hit my face
<br />On the open road
<br />Feel someone’s arms around me
<br />Have my aunt kiss me hello
<br />Have family again
<br />This ether flows again
<br />And I can’t follow
<br />Why can’t I have my life
<br />Returned to me
<br />Why can’t I be loved
<br />Why must I feel this ether
<br />I am in tuned with the earth
<br />And not go anywhere
<br />
<br />Cause I’m stopping myself?
<br />Cause I don’t want to go?
<br />
<br />Because
<br />Here is where I need to change the world
<br />Here is where the ether flows to me
<br />Yet here is where I find no rest
<br />I the wicked
<br />All I’ve done is hurt
<br />I’ve hurt my loved ones
<br />My friends
<br />I’ve even you,
<br />I
<br />With my words, insecurities, passions
<br />Not love
<br />
<br />But I’ve never hurt you Che
<br />Even though
<br />You’re dead
<br />Like me
<br />You’re alive and free
<br />Cause you
<br />You took that journey
<br />Followed the ether
<br />To history
<br />Where your eyes burn into history
<br />And here I stay
<br />Waiting
<br />For the next day
<br />Maybe ill run
<br />Never come back
<br />And
<br />Maybe ill change the world
<br />Be my guide.
<br />Be my Virgil through this hell.
<br />(june 2k4)
<br />poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1117168500542353092005-05-27T00:35:00.000-04:002005-05-27T00:35:00.553-04:00roseWhen did it happen
<br />The poetry thing for me
<br />When I wrote
<br />“nothing’
<br />I was so young
<br />So sad,
<br />So alone
<br />So empty
<br />I was
<br />Nothing
<br />back then in the 90’s
<br />
<br />Back then
<br />I wrote how I felt
<br />I still do
<br />But now I’m older
<br />Greyer
<br />Leaner
<br />Meaner
<br />Angrier
<br />Verbose
<br />Emptier
<br />Sadder
<br />alone again
<br />
<br />But now I have the history
<br />The good times
<br />Bad times
<br />Love and loss
<br />And now I have the
<br />Words
<br />That I was missing those
<br />Years ago…
<br />Fuck you
<br />
<br />God
<br />I am human
<br />I feel art
<br />I will write
<br />I will one day
<br />Be able to write the one
<br />Poem
<br />I truly wish
<br />To write
<br />A kiss.
<br />poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1115860442441643462005-05-11T21:14:00.000-04:002005-05-11T21:14:03.383-04:00by pablo neruda from the unburied woman of paitaPortrait
<br />
<br />who Lived? who was living? who was loving?
<br />
<br />Damn spanish spider webs!
<br />
<br />During the night, the blaze of equatorial eyes,
<br />your heart burning in the vast emptiness,
<br />and so your mouth was mistaken for the dawn.
<br />
<br />Manuela, radiant coal and water, column
<br />of sustenance, not a restless ceiling, but rather a wild star.
<br />
<br />today, we still inhale that wounded love,
<br />the dagger of sun in the distance.poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1115699185379800392005-05-10T00:26:00.000-04:002005-05-10T00:26:25.396-04:00"the love poem of catullus" by charles bukowskishe read his poems
<br />she read them to the men waiting in her bed
<br />then tore them up
<br />laughing
<br />and fell on the bed
<br />opening her legs to the nearest convienient
<br />cock.
<br />
<br />but Catullus continued to write love
<br />poems to her
<br />as she fucked slaves in back
<br />alles, and
<br />when they were together
<br />she robbed him while he was
<br />drunk,
<br />mocked his verse and his
<br />love,
<br />pissed on his
<br />floor.
<br />
<br />Catullus who
<br />otherwise
<br />wrote brilliant
<br />poems
<br />faltered under the spell of
<br />this wench
<br />who
<br />it is said
<br />as she grew old
<br />fled from him
<br />begat a new life upon a far isle
<br />where she ended up a
<br />suicide.
<br />
<br />Catullus was like
<br />most poets:
<br />i understand
<br />and i forgive as i
<br />re-read him:
<br />he knew
<br />as death approached
<br />that it's
<br />better to start out with a
<br />strumpet then to end up
<br />with one.
<br />poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1115422449822274012005-05-06T19:34:00.000-04:002005-05-06T19:34:11.216-04:00cell phone haikusTrapped inside my head
<br />thoughts, visions, such things of beauty.
<br />All i see is waste
<br />
<br />Morning has come, and
<br />the sky is perfect, natures,
<br />Alive. i damn work
<br />
<br />Knight on the quite sands
<br />stars in glisten in a clear sky
<br />no princess is near
<br />
<br />God cubic-kills suck!
<br />better outside or making
<br />love. well drinks tonight.
<br />poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1114487077223617172005-04-25T23:44:00.000-04:002005-04-25T23:44:37.223-04:00spanish haikuVivi la vida
<br />tene suenos de paz. y
<br />toma del amorpoetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1114486718423371042005-04-25T23:38:00.000-04:002005-04-25T23:38:38.423-04:00haiku 4-25-05Open the flower
<br />Let your fingers explore joy
<br />release ecstacypoetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1113255688162169212005-04-11T17:41:00.000-04:002005-04-11T22:45:14.760-04:00Nothing 2k5 (v2.0)i am nothing.<br />i the empty shell<br />hollow<br />the plastic doll<br />brought to life<br /><br />look at me<br />in my stature<br />in my movement<br />almost human<br />yet my existence<br />is purely<br />magic and<br />pointless<br />a toy<br />dress me up<br /><br />to hurt me<br />is meaningless<br />the soul<br />was never given to me<br />the flesh and blood<br />are synthetic<br />part of the illusion<br /><br />yet my<br />perceived feelings<br />have hurt<br />you<br />and they<br />shouldn’t<br />don’t give me feelings<br />i don’t have<br /><br />give me life<br />give me affection<br />give me warmth<br />give me hope<br />give me<br />all that i don’t have<br />give me your kindness<br />and wait for the magic<br />like an orchid<br />wait for the bloom<br /><br />the best is yet to come<br />don’t worry about<br />"nothing"<br />dream of the flowers<br />dream in Technicolorpoetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1113191493845100162005-04-10T23:51:00.000-04:002005-04-10T23:51:33.846-04:00haiku april 10off to bed i go
<br />i'll dream of flowers and love
<br />i'll wake up in hell poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1112990238309656372005-04-08T15:57:00.000-04:002005-04-08T16:01:46.533-04:00haiku april 8The weight on my mind,<br />Compressing my heart and soul.<br />I long to be free.poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1112624369363476342005-04-04T10:19:00.000-04:002005-04-04T10:19:29.363-04:00"to live is to change"They tell me to
<br />Relax
<br />Take a
<br />Vacation
<br />What do they know
<br />The problems will still be here
<br />At work
<br />In Miami
<br />At School
<br />In my head
<br />The worst is my
<br />Fucking head
<br />It never quits
<br />
<br />Your not good enough
<br />Loose weight
<br />Get a better job
<br />Your nose is too big
<br />Lets just be friends
<br />Your meaningless
<br />A machine
<br />A tool
<br />Sex toy
<br />Last years model
<br />No warranty repair
<br />Just go and Die
<br />
<br />Waking up is fun
<br />I’ve still got me
<br />don’t
<br />“i”
<br />
<br />So I wont
<br />Relax
<br />I cant the world
<br />The world needs
<br />To change
<br />Adjust to me
<br />Because I’m an asshole
<br />And I wont quit
<br />Because I still wake up
<br />And I don’t want to
<br />Anymore
<br />So I’ll bring you all
<br />Down
<br />With me
<br />poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1112360825628232512005-04-01T08:04:00.000-05:002005-04-01T08:07:05.630-05:00Feeling ShinjiI fought an angle yesterday.<br />Its one I’ve fought<br />Before<br />A new fight<br />Different<br />I was told I’m the bad one<br />I’m the evil one<br />The manipulator<br />It wasn’t even the angel<br />that said those words<br />It was the human<br />The waste of skin<br />But what was the angels roll<br />She’s gone now<br />And it was still an empty<br />Battle<br />What were we fighting for<br />I wish I had Eva’s armor<br />Or an AT field<br />My soul is weak<br />Would I be able to sync<br />if I had the chance<br />But the battle still burns in me<br />I as I stare at this familiar ceiling<br />Replaying it in my<br />Mind<br />I feel just like<br />Shinji<br />I am a waste<br />A disgrace<br />A murderer<br />Ashamed<br />At what I’ve done<br />I let them do it<br />And came back for<br />more<br />I wont die<br />I cant<br />But I’m glad the battles<br />Are over for now<br />But the war in<br />My soul<br />Still burns<br />As I look to<br />Heaven through<br />This ceilingpoetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11839602.post-1112325915305385952005-03-31T21:59:00.000-05:002005-03-31T22:26:16.693-05:00the begining<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Depraedor</strong><br />I am a destroyer<br />I have taken this<br />Perfect white paper and<br />ruined it<br />My pen<br />To perfection<br />Has created<br />Waste<br />To be burned<br />Like my body<br />This will be burned<br />When it is all said and<br />Done<br />All of this is<br />Meaning less<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">No<br />There is poetry<br />There is the full moon<br />The kiss of your lover on your back<br />The pain in “Ugolino and his sons”<br />The beauty of art<br />Torment and creation<br />A glass of wine<br />All of this and more<br />Is worth the<br />Pain<br />I feel everyday<br />And it gives me the right<br />To create<br />To use these pages<br />To give the world<br />More beauty<br />More pain<br />More art<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Because when its all over<br />This will be burned to<br />Ash, y</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">et<br />My words<br />Will live on<br />In the hearts and<br />Souls<br />Of those<br />I touch</span>poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07869467901738785448noreply@blogger.com0