Ode to Super Mario Bros.

Down a green pipe, I crawl through the shit
of a nation of demon turtles and walking mushrooms
to find you.

Me, a mere mustachioed portly plumber
with my given name the same as my surname, rides
an unruly and ravenous dinosaur through
deceptively cartoonish battlefields
to free you and your people.

With only my slightly taller and svelte brother
to aid in this quest,
raccoon suits and capes are dawned to take flight.

My life and size dependant on colored mushrooms I eat.

Breaking bricks with my head,
shooting flames from my hands
and tossing uprooted turnips;
I vanquish an empire.

Just

to find that you aren’t even in this motherfucking castle.

Reading!

http://youtu.be/Udq1965O6yU

My Brothers and Sisters

Ride
on the wings
of the eagles
of self expression.

Dance
with the openness
of carefree children, free
from the perils of self awareness.

Harness the power
in your own hands,
in your own heart,
in your own way.

Proclaim yourself sovereign
over all that would dissuade you;
be under the sway, the influence
of nothing but common sense.

Evolve past the past
into a being futuristic,
into the amaranthine,
into an embraceable forever.

Catch the feverish fervor
of days and hours of well
spent passion, of deserved
splendor.

the walls are bleeding again
and i am lonely nothingness,
personified absence. apathy
with a joint in its mouth,
calling in sick from life itself.

freestyle keyboarding...

I'm a feminist misogynist who would like to have a tryst with the whole female populace, because when I bust my nut it's like calling forth the apocalypse.

If you don't like this then don't follow this.

So let's talk about what happens next, because hopefully it's sex. So let me break down what happens in the bedroom or the back of a Toyota. I'm going to bury my bone deeper than a raptor fossil found in South Dakota.

When you're with me, your orgasms are explosive, so call 'em the squirt locker. Have you writhing and moaning on the floor like a vocal from Joe Cocker. Because when I fuck, the pussy's the goal just like in soccer.

Does it offend you, yeah? You know what you can suck. Want me to write about the sensitive soul inside and when I do, you call it genteel and say you don't give a fuck.
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Above was just for fun, lighten up!

Sonnet I

Alone in the darkest wood, sat my girl
and she would not nor could not decide how
to live life free of the snake's coiling curl,
an entwining entanglement somehow

ever present in all the world's little dangers.
But I said, "That means you must believe now"
and she said, "Mommy always talked to strangers."
Rigidly tiptoeing backwards through brown

eyed misgivings, ever ready to tear down
what was never built up, what was never
the story of a king clown wearing a frown.

The night knowingly hungers for her gown,
graceful in its attempt to down weather
her defenses defenseless, a lone town.

Loveless Love Spell

This heart is gold while the rest are cold

Mistakes left under the sidewalk

Three times behind this soft decay

Washing out the fears

Walking through the tears of those left by the wayside

Your pay grade is too high.

One more misstep

A discourse in integrity,

Your bedside my sight of mystery, of misery

When these portraits collide,
Frozen in time side by side,
This is your fear that I hide.

With your face plastered across the street signs of who we were,
Not who we are,
Your difference is beyond compare.
Traveling on jaded wings,
You can only fly so high before it weighs you down.
The tide comes in but the blood doesn’t wash out.

One last velvet smile.