Poetry

Unhinged
By J. R. Hamilton
Wild in the streets

ignorance devouring innocent

souls
like a mad dog ripping
into a new born babies flesh
destroying its will and hopeful
nature
my heart is full of sadness now
young peoples minds twisted
with hatred
untested by life and completely
untrue
lost lambs sucking the very
breath
that is expelled by a dieing man
growing like weeds that choke
the hidden beauty that is inside
all of us
i weep deeply for these children
manic with a desperation

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 to belong to a race of cretinous
hordes
confused as to where their place
is
feeling forsaken and wicked
replacing the fear
with an anger not their own
when i sleep there is no rest
for i dream of the sickness
oozing into the once loving hearts
of our future Einsteins
dispossessed
these misbegotten young ones
are not evil
but have succumbed to anger and
fear
the fear of being alone and
outnumbered
by idiots who can’t survive in a
world
filled with strong independent
human beings
this fear that hates creativity and
courage

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 feeds on these frightened
children who feel so alone
who hold out shaking hands to
the first who will grasp
the first branch that floats by
so out of the darkness a
malevolent hand
caresses theirs and with soothing
tones
whispering obscenities quite
obscure to their innocence
the children avidly listen
desperate and open
banding together in huddled
gangs
feeling a little less alone
with these liars they have chosen
as their mentors
bending to this evil will not erase
their frightened lonely fertile
minds
being filled with pure madness...
running wild in the streets
our children once pure and sweet
killing now with no remorse

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 climbing over their brothers
corpse
reigning supreme now in their
little hell
whats left of their hearts is an
empty shell
for blackness, death, and
confused discord
a crown of nails is their only
reward
emptiness triumphs in their
world of shame
with only themselves and that
hand to blame
so the end comes creeping softly
in
slowly possessing their minds
from within
eventually the sickness reaches
that once pure heart
destroying all that is good and all
that is smart
warmth and consciousness the
casualties of this war

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 destroys what they were right
down to the core
for their useless elimination of
imagined threats
paranoid nervous futures is the
reward they will get…

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My Friend Madness

what an unnatural life we weave

those of us who choose “normal”
and “sane” lives
safely hiding in cozy cotton lined
cocoons
never seeking to embrace their
true hearts desire
to boldly stare deeply into the
stark face of madness
insanity, screaming, laughter
blend
fiercely fighting the urge to be
truly free
fearing the darkness that dwells
within us all
content with boring, skinny,
pretty wives
painting on featureless blank
emotionless faces

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with hypnotic precision in mirrors
streaked with tears
shrill voices echo in large empty
houses
demanding all sorts of
meaningless articles and objects
wanton desire takes shape in the
collecting
smiling shallow, sadly enslaved,
practical and owned
all shiny, polished, well cared for,
and lonely
waiting for the prince who will
never come
far from the golden exteriors of
their flesh
is the true nature of their pitiful
existence
the wretched creatures that hide
themselves
under the surface of that mask
they create
mangled spirits living within the
gutted torsos

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carved in the church they call the
health club
worshiping beauty above all else
they twist within corpses that
give off little or no heat
passionless and difficult to touch
but full of motion
they animate the desperate act of
living
as if it were something to get
through
arteries pumping blood like fluid
over and under
through and through miles of
rough road
looking outward for some
semblance
of the life promised to them by
the ad agencies
scarcely barren but sorely beaten
these so called sane placid beings
sing praises to a god loved not by
their seed
fostering hordes of hateful
neglected young

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 whose only way to repay these
misbegotten souls
is to spread wild despair
throughout the land
loveless amidst the absence of
pity
within the so called sane
boundaries of this world
which hast not been bequeathed
only to certain humans
so with their innate natural
acceptance
they restrict themselves and
those who cross their paths
by howling their ignorance and
displeasure
of their self imposed limitations,
lack of self knowledge
so they can use these narrow
observations
as weapons to control and impede
free thinking
the beauty of pure love and
cultural differences

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to confuse the truth with complex
rules and parameters
heavily laid down and prescribed
by lords and holymen
eons gone, times long past
but there is one thing they cannot
control
that is the beat of a free and
loving heart
this beat will never die and is
heard by many
because they live by this one
constant and pure fact
that sin is a manmade falsehood
that the fearful need
to muddy and confuse the one
and only reality
of a maidens first wild and
unabandoned naked dance
it revives the yearning in a dead
mans loins
as it rises solid and thick, sinew,
muscle, blood pulsing
standing erect as if it were poised
ready to strike

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 as the ancient serpent rises from
below
quivering hungry and aching
seeking moisture and femininity
as is in all that lives
with urgency to push forward to
create warmth
tender and sweet in all of these
unions
fear is not an option for a believer
of the beat
brutal in its necessity it pushes all
obstacles aside
for the love of this is all there is
in the real world
danger and anarchy coexist side
by side
pounding away with this rhythmic
beat
the mighty savage beast dances
often to its sweet sound
with sanity cast aside dispelled
with impunity
the offering of reality and insanity
is without reason

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 for reason will be cursed by their
offspring
torn down from its weak and fixed
position
it has little to offer savages in its
wake
down, down, down shattered and
scattered
upon the hard cold lies what
these false prophets
try to teach the fertile simple
ones in their charge
of things they are fearful to ever
try
so I leap gleefully into the darkest
pit of my soul
shouting like a warrior soaked in
his own blood
into the battle that is mine and
mine alone
to face an opponent equal in
courage and ferocity
without fear or regret in this
world that is so beautiful

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and rightfully I am quite happy to
find that place
within all of us where we can
slowly open the door to a familiar
face
looking not unlike our own
reflection in the glass
and staring back at me with
whimsical amusement
this is someone I know oh all to
well
so I speak hoarsely from the
excitement and say,
“Hello my friend madness…
welcome home…”

Kiss or Kill
he who is the inheritor
of an incomplete concept
could possibly be the genius

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 connected to the mystical
knowledge
that anarchy is natural and reigns
supreme
as the heart pumps out life giving
fluid
randomly unaware of its own true
purpose
with its relationship to the whole
body
we live our lives with little access
to the effects we have to the
people
we have and haven’t met
thus the constant beat is
something we all hear
we all dance to it and we all live
to it
with little or no
realization
of the magnitude with which it
holds
you may never know your true
purpose

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 and the maddening truth is so
crystal clear
that it is not important we know
and if we did would it matter in
the end
wishing for or wanting a thing you
will never possess
is part of this puzzle it is lifes
magical truth
in this bittersweet unfolding of a
reoccurring dream
that is cloudy and quite
disquieting
with brief glimpses of beauty and
perfection
leaving the observer breathless
mouth agape
sometimes the emotions are so
violently profound
that we are not certain if we
should kiss or kill
wishing for or wanting this
moment to last longer
to be as breathtaking as the last
is reserved

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for wandering lost tortured souls
who will never be at peace
know this my dear friends and
listeners
we are all sad little fools sleeping
knowing not that it is all just a
dream
that there is no continuity in this
so called reality
and all of us are connected by
threads to thin to see
every single thing we do affects
each and everyone of us
so create do not destroy and love
never hate
control is for the weak and only
the brave let life in
this I know in all my madness and
pleasure
as sure as i breath as sure as my
heart beats on
i know you are afraid but let it go
and enjoy
the freedom that comes from
within all of us

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cannot be forced and it will not be
denied
so live life without parameters
let go of the teachings based in
fear
these people don’t care for what
they can’t control
love and freedom are friends with
anarchy and madness
the two don’t do well without the
other
acceptance of this truth brings
great responsibility
upon those of us who choose to
steward its weight
with light hearts and joyful spirits
we spread freedom
amongst our fellow men no
matter if they understand
for they will in good time, all men
deserve this message
it is the only truth worth giving
wholeheartedly
we will all do well to know that
and never forget

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 and that is all my friends there
isn’t anymore than that…

One More Kiss

translucent memories awaken the

deepest of dreams
of losing control swept away by
raging streams

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 reminds a man of his youthful
years
when every thought was crystal
clear
decisions paths may sometimes
veer
with lightning speed in the
aftermath
no one sees the truth until a ways
down the path
that a kiss can seal your fate and
that’s a fact
so this has been many a mans
sole endeavor
one false step and you could lose
forever
even slithering doubt must soon
surrender
simply mistrusting ones true
hearts desire
is the torment that sets many
souls afire
absurdly we all know what we
require

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 spending so much energy so we
will find
that hope and tranquility are
intertwined
all that will satisfy you in its time
is knowing that a dieing mans
last request
will be, “Can he please have just
one more kiss”…

Children made of
Glass

We were children made of colored

glass
living in the shadows where its
dark where it is black
wrapped up in a threadbare
blanket of their sordid past

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 she turned and smiled at me but
never looked back
the feelings they crashed over me
but did not last
her hips and body swayed to a
silent beat
the emotion created swirled
waves with crimson crests
the sweat from her poured down
into the street
over glistening wet breasts
heaving with every breath
to that hot and aching ancient
drumbeat
watching her leave felt like I’d
died
both of us were just children
made of glass
bitterly i knew i had barely tried
to flex or to bend finally only to
pass I cried
the syringes soon came filled up
to the brim
with a cowards relief liquid death
within

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 suck in deep and dive on in
the strong will survive in the
currents they swim
that cold river of blood mixed
with sorrow and tears
so much that they run down and
stain my burned face
in the distant horizon a mad
horseman appears
he rides for awhile and then
quickly disappears
bringing with him an
overabundance of darkest fears
i know she is with him in a far off
place
future is dim, and hopes gone
with nary a trace…

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 Pushed

pushed back beyond the breaking

point
truth is bent to serve mainstream
politics
in the dream vivid memories
awaken

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 from lifes maddening wellspring
the purest source
the twisted old man with his
reality and truth
as weapons in his hand so far
from his youth
when his thoughts were pure and
unaltered at best
he was a man on a seemingly
holiest of quests
then the money and power came
easily to corrupt
to persuade him away from his
purposeful intent
twisting and turning in the winds
of deceit
are the carcasses of his true
hearts direction at least
as many will tell of the tales of
their woes
dreams bought, they were, for a
handful of gold
the tears of despair are dried and
congealed

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 with the blood of their
adversaries
not yet dry on the field
so we all know to well this kind of
defeat
the one that sneaks up on you
wraps around your heart and
muffles its beat
so young friends and old
do not believe all the lies you’ve
been told
money and power will bring you
much pain
fame and glory rains down
upon you with shame
love and happiness will come in
its time
to a heart that is pure and empty
of crime
when you feel that you are lost
and all is forlorn
remember that all sins can be
forgiven
to the heart that is filled with true
remorse

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you will never be alone when you
realize one thing
the energy surrounding you is
connected to a ring
that all things living are tied very
tightly
to one another creating limitless
and endless energy
not all of this is positive for we
know to well
two positives most assuredly will
do nothing but repel
so the negative is necessary for
teaching and balance
failure for teaching and evil for
balance
when your soul is tired and
broken needing repair
remember my friends there is no
need for total despair
the help that you want is buried
deep down inside you
it is built for us all a mechanism
indescribable

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 call it GOD or MANA or JESUS or
what
it is for all of us to know and
never forget
that life in this universe is hard
and difficult
being one with everything is our
given connect
that is our power and our fortune
concerned
a man who is one with all has
little regret
for this life is just one step with
many to go
to relinquish our grip for such
small rewards
this man is sad, pitiful,
shortsighted, and bored
for we are born with this gift that
many throw away
thinking to themselves lets seize
the individual day
if a days all you want go on take
what you can

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 i don’t want you with me on my
final stand
i want men and women reliable
and true
with this one remark i will leave
to you
be happy and love with all of your
heart
don’t succumb to the suffering
bring it out in your art
when its laid before you on
canvas or paper and ink
then you will know how you truly
do feel and think
because your true enemy lies
asleep in your brain
doubt and reason are brothers
who enjoy all your pain
fight them with a faith that comes
from deep within
a faith that is ancient and fixed
not an intellects whim
and then you will enlighten your
soul to a flame

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that will never be extinguished by
guilt or by shame
you will now know what some of
us do
that we are all connected not just
a chosen few…

Blindness
he who is not blind
cannot look into the light
of revelation
widening the gap
in his understanding
he who is not blind
will not grasp tightly to the tail
of a pale horse
that screams unadulterated with
terror
riderless and uncontrolled

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 he who is not blind
cannot feel the pain fall upon his
face
thoughts running down dry
cheeks
all of the colors running together
making muddy
puddles on his pallet
he who is not blind
will gently touch her emptiness
without any knowledge of its
depths
scattered seeds of love spread
out
on wet dead earth yearning to
grow
he who is not blind
leans on a web the spiders slowly
weaving
a mysterious beginning without
an end
hoards of offspring devour their
maker
knowledge absorbed not
understood

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 he who is not blind
awaits for revelation riding a pale
horse
with it the promise and pain of
rebirth
and the emptiness of knowledge
to be trapped in a web of
confusion...

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 Ships in the Night

feverishly pressing flesh against

torn wet lips painted red
mascara running down cheeks in
the rain
whipped cream softly floating
on twin breasts full of wind
breathe scented breezes of
cinnamon
flow across her hull heaving and
crashing
upon rolling waves of ecstasy
lightning slams into her masts, its
fury unleashed
like a wild beast i am upon her
with pure passion
as she gasps bow breached and
back bending
long painted nails claw
desperately

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 for purchase into wooden taught
muscle
two hearts pound but the beat is
one
exploding within her i lingered
spines jumping, twitching so full
of electricity
heated and contained the energy
pulses back and forth
riding deep swells tasting its salty
spray
laughing and screaming we leap
over the rail into the unknown
together
darkness and splintered light
meld into one another
this is life, this is happiness
forever I forget these moments
suspended in time
transparent is my lost glee
when our ships pass by one
another in the night
as we slowly slide off one another
we separate once again to be
sadly alone

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our souls trapped in these prisons
made of flesh
the connection yearned for even
stronger than before
the oneness sought after in an
obsessive way
despair overtakes my being when
she is not beside me...

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 Without my Paper
tense fabric soft and agitating
quells anger with its covering
bending over revealing its core
pink and open quite unaware of
its power
mans seeks never meaning to
break
opportune in its rapt and pure
beauty
as a young girl dances nude
nipples erect taut stomach aching
for a males insane confusion
into secure tight well being
spawning an evening of secrets
kept
from those who wish to remain
keepers of the decorated fools
thrashed thoroughly by small
concerns
when first the mountain hollers
with a voice only found deep
within
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 the widows tears cut deeply
with mellow insanity so false and
deceiving
that creeps into the babies bed
and the wolf cries sadly for its
long lost mate
only then will you know yourself
flapping around loudly on broken
wings
at this time you will reach the
understanding
that the manual is far too
complicated
go ahead and bark orders at the
sun and the moon
through your wizen twisted
broken teeth
‘cause no matter how it ends
I am less without my paper
and you are less without me...

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 Fear
turns the world free
on its pivotal strength
without reason or fear
so powerful and still in its beauty
fear plays into the scene with
man
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 captured view all misty
so with distain the evil ones
skew and distort all
the pretty little voices
strangled and raspy by abuse
this twisted quiet haze surrounds
trying to cloud with all its frailty
the true nature of its purpose
shouting loudly with false
bravado
the fear that creates malice
in it tries to grow in us all
with lies and half truths
provoking its transparent veil
of deceit and despair
choose not the path of weakness
and ignore any obvious signs
for this is always true
the man pointing his finger away
from himself
is the one to watch closely
deep within us all
is a strength so powerful
generated from a mans pain and
suffering

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 be acutely aware of the hordes
banging outside the walls of your
soul
choose not to cower in the
darkness
for that is where they dwell
controlling your emotions
through fear and repression
created by emotions and
experiences not your own
the beast outside these walls
will howl with rage, unquenched,
evil undone
bellowing his displeasure
quite often i drop to my knees
asking for strength and courage
always it comes from within
so I will fight this battle
designed to defeat my heart and
spirit
and in all my dreams i triumph
purity and beauty prevail
so i am at peace until i awake
and the nightmare returns...

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 Dads Last Stand
a fierce and raging storm that we
all knew so well
swept through the Scottish pines
a hearts breathe away
i reached out to touch you, but
alas Dad you were gone
your powerful spirited soul flew
swiftly with angels
over the hills and valleys you had
conquered that day
as they whispered with reverence
your name
a man never to be forgotten and
sorely missed
strong arms holding a will of steel
making things so
we will cherish our time with you
forever
you were here with us as only you
could be

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and every one of us will miss your
words of wisdom
candid manner of truth, values,
and honor
this is not goodbye Dad, this is
farewell
and safe journey to harbors
sheltered
from lifes pain, disappointment,
and sorrow
so till we meet again, God speed
Dad... I love you...

Broken Wings

fly oh fly my pretty little

bird into the blue sky
unto you my heart goes with your
wings bye and bye

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 with the purest intent my mind
wrestles my desire
to quench my envy on that ring
filled with fire
burning and yearning forged deep
in the pyre
a soul lost once for foolish whims
and I tire
for what am i but a jester
spinning yarns and if I holler
laughing and yelling for nothing
more than a dollar
do you believe its possible for a
good man to do wrong
if the notes that are laid out fit
right into his song
i apologize often ‘cause i know
this is true
when your eyes are green but i
tell you they’re blue
most of all this is deep inside of
my head
all that i see with my blind eye is
bright and full of red

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 so lay softly upon me and stay
with me on our bed
and i’ll read you these words as
only they can be read
for if i am blind and the whole
world can see
that i am for you and you are the
only one for me
it must be fate that brought all of
this to be
so fly oh fly pretty little bird on
your broken wings
take care not to see me through
all of those things
my worth to the world and others
is not what they see
but what you perceive and what
you know i will be
trust in your heart and let
courage be your guide
for all we will do is love one
another until we die...

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