Putrescence

G13 — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 10:21:42 +0000

If you think that society is order then

Ain’t no wicked for the rest

Living you start to die inside

Just a little more each day

Closer to the answers

Forgetting to ask the question first

You taste the order of your own death

What is so rotten within?

The dullards call it sin

Seven deadly ones are not so risky

I practice each and every one daily

With no ill effects

And respect, don’t make me laugh

There is no reverence one swine to the next

In the gold lined pig pen

Stink lubricates love

Terror grows dependence on scoundrels

Lies sweet lies is proof against “The Truth”

And evil necessary to fuel good

Emptiness of the land of moral men

Betrayal and genocide have lost their meaning

It happens every day in every way

We just don’t care since our humanity

Is dissolved in a pool of holy putrescence

Taken from “My Van Gogh Years”

K a t i

G13 — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 08:48:03 +0000

(An experiment in verse)

Some people deserve a poem

And others not

If you ask for why

This I cannot say precisely

There is just something

In who we are

You bring to mind

All the things I used to know

Like a shard of me long discarded

Two of a kind seems trite

But the way we are

Isn’t mere coincidence

What we see and how we say

Cries of unfathomable experience

You have less years

But wells of understanding

This is how I know I’m not alone

And when I’m gone

There will be you

To keep on exploring

The how’s & the why’s

Of what we are

And what our ultimate purpose is

Taken from “My Van Gogh Years”

New news

G13 — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 08:31:37 +0000

Greetings dear and feared public. Thanks to the inevitable tech snafus that run rampant on the internet, my previous blog, including all posts and comments went poof. So I am starting over from nada. So welcome back to my page where I will be posting new poetry and news, including info what I’m working on now.