I write this blog primarily to embarrass myself, and yes, occasionally others. Although there are many many very embarrassing things about myself I have not yet shared with the world, I recently came across a wealth of stories I wrote in grade school. They were, as you can imagine, horrid. However, as digitizing those would require actual work, I am going to go ahead and punish both myself and everyone who reads my blog by posting some self-important poems I wrote in high school.
This leads us, of course, to the very natural question: Why the hell did you write poetry in high school?
The answer to this, also of course, is the same reason I made up eight different languages to speak to myself: Try as I might I could not spend all my time masturbating, and that meant I had time to kill. Sometimes, as much as two or three hours a day. So now, without further introduction, some shitty shitty poetry.
The Night Bandit’s Lament
We rode while laughing to death’s embrace
We danced with the Devil and spat in his face
We moved by the stars, and made friends with the sand
We rode like the shadows, our deadly band
We were the kings of desolation, the lords of rot
We knew no truth save the sound of a shot
We were bandits, we men, we demons, we four
We rode downward, to hell, to that fiery shore
I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and the Moment is Burning
I Look for Safety but the Sky is Churning
Hope is Dying and the Long Night Comes
I Seek my Swords, and I Hear the Drums
With Head Held High, I Stand and I Shout
The Shadow Comes from All About
My Blood Falls Out Into the Night
From Within the Darkness I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and Love is Dead
On the Ground All Blood Spills Red
The Moon is Covered, and the Sky is Shroud
I Scream my Music, and It is Loud
With Patient Rage, my Eyes Open Wide
I Command Onward, my Horse to Ride
My Blood Falls Out into the Night
From Within the Darkness I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and the Gods are Sleeping
From the Tide Comes Forth the Reaping
The Lightning Strikes, and All Men are Kin
For Against the Shadow I have no Sin
With Aching Legs, forward do I Charge
Against Only I, the Enemy Is Large
My Blood Falls Out Into the Night
From Within the Darkness I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and Life is Lost
The Blood of a Soldier is the Only Cost
The Air Smells Wrong, and All Things Seem Foul
I See the Master, Within his Cowl
With Hate and Rage, I Draw my Blade
For to a Fight, have I been Bade
My Blood Falls Out into the Night
From Within the Darkness I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and no Heart Beats
Now do I Feed, the Beast that Eats
His Teeth are Jagged, and they Tear and Rip
Against my Arm do I Feel his Lip
With Pain and Anguish I Thrust my Knife
And Go onward to Despair and Rife
My Blood Falls Out Into the Night
From Within Darkness I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and All Swords have Broken
For Joy and Peace my Life is Token
The Sky is Black, and the Stars Hold Guard
Of Hope and Victory there is no Shard
With Dignity and Grace onward do I Struggle
As a Warrior I begin my Juggle
My Blood Falls Out Into the Night
From Within the Darkness I Bring the Light
Time is on Fire, and I lay Dying
I have Heard of Love, but it is Lying
Those I Know, they Scream and they Shout
Yet I Must Take a Different Route
With Peace and Rest I Close My Eyes
Out of My Body I Begin to Rise
My Blood Falls Out into the Night
From Within the Darkness I Bring the Light
Fragile as Glass
I ain’t liking this dude, I ain’t liking this man
Every little rule, every little ban
Of course it can hurt, of course it can ache
But nothing’s worth doing, if something can’t break
I ain’t digging this, man
All this shuck all this jive
Why?
God damn it! Can’t you see I’m alive?
Don’t put that on me pal, that oxen yoke
One more rule and I just might choke
I don’t want to bargain, I don’t want to deal
Can’t you understand that it’s okay to feel?
I ain’t cool with this, man
All this shuck all this jive
Why?
God damn it! Can’t you see I’m alive?
It’s okay to holler and it’s okay to shout
I don’t see what all this quiet’s about
Don’t you see? It ain’t real if it ain’t rude
They’ll get over it, so calm down dude!
I can’t understand this, man
All this shuck all this jive
Why?
God damn it! Can’t you see I’m alive?
Listen pal, some things don’t need a line or a border
Sometimes there’s beauty in chaos and disorder
Why won’t you listen, and not be polite
Don’t nod at my arguments as if they’re trite!
I can’t handle this, man
All this shuck all this jive
Why?
God damn it! Can’t you see I’m alive?
You must have had a heart, once upon a time
But now, whatever’s left, it ain’t worth a dime
You give me all these stories, to make me feel shame
When really, deep down, there’s no one to blame
So, when I stand on the cliff I have to take the dive
Why?
God damn it! It’s because I’m alive!
Sometimes the suck hurts so good.
