burn me down

from my myspace; on august 30 2008.

love is...
indominatable, ignoble,
erasable, error prone, elementary, elevating,
motivating,
cutivating,
unsatiatiable addiction actively making you inactive,
passive resistance,
to pass up the temptation of the instance,
bite back the banalities,
burning beneath both eyes,
pictures took, lost, burned and cut,
an indelible impression on the most expressive of faces,
long nights,
shoves and kisses,
mixed with hugs, drugs, and demands
made with balled up hands. 
mortars fire at the mortuary,
four twenty in a cemetary,
in the am, not the pm,
stop trying to see him,
stop trying to be him,
lost him, saught him,
saw naught of him,
until he caught me and slapped me around. 
i turned into a thought, i turned into a sound,
i turned into a pound,
ether beats reefer, i should prefer neither.
but a junkie romance is always a threeway.

I Am...
the end product of the lust of an older generation,
younger at heart and older in taste,
classic american waste apparent,
apartment dirty,
too late for four twenty
i hit it at five thirty,
my hands got dirty on the ladder,
but i can see the roof,
never doubt me when i tell you it's the truth,
and it will be,
uncouth youth too close to the noose
shaken to bits, feeling like s**t,
aching eyes, looking too far,
jump in the car,
we're going far forward,
more toward imagination,
hating my reality,
filling up with jealousy and self hate,
can't keep up to the gas rate,
exchanged for fate, is the whims of chance,
everything gone before the dance,
no more decorations,
just some adoration,
just some emulation,
set fire to the nation.

Author's Note

i couldn't decide if this should be one poem or two, so i just but an empty line in between the two entities that are related but could stand on their own.

Reviews

[masie]

lost him, saught him,
saw naught of him,
i like the sound of it.... it flows nicely... well the whole poem did..
sounds more of rap .. ya know? i dono maybe im crazy...
crazy for you