

Experiencing Infinity It seems on Earth everyone wishes for nothing more than for their lives to end. Here, unhinged from time, where no one can die at all, everyone desires only to live again. Here, where the mind grows hands with which to rebuild the soul, under purple misted celestial skies where there are no limits, our bodies reach out for boundaries, our minds yearn to be less open, so that we may again enjoy the satisfaction of discovery. Here within fluidity, I wish only for my world to be mechanical. For rules- predictable, practical yet somehow still enigmatic. I wish only to not know you,Experiencing Infinity


CyborgThe world's first cyborg Was a flower on a vine Hanging from a rubber wire- Rooted in the power lineCyborg
When it rained, the petals sparked The pollen burst The air would crack. The stem would glow Burst into flames And the next day, grow back.
The morning dew was static- Jumped between the passing birds. Left them shocked, dumbfounded Worried and lost.


These PlainsI have followed mice To the mouths of snakes Coiled round the legs Of a ladder to God. In the field where an old bird made love To a man made of straw I tried to steal his hat.These Plains
I have placed a foot upon the ladder, And fell. I have swam in the blood of those half eaten Mice Listened to their dying words, I never understood a squeek- and the hat don't fit.


Old Collection ContinuedHere are some more of my older poems, coupled with the age at which I wrote them.Old Collection Continued
What else? - Age: 14
Bullets, bombs, bigamy Management of companies Fear of bombs, nuclear energy. Thoughts drown out by poverty
What else matters? The only thing lighter than my wallet is my will. Clothes in tatters I am starved, my children ill.
Get a job, do what I can- It takes some cash to have a plan; To have a dream, small or grand To live proud is to be a man.
What else can you do? Bring home the bread but that's all I can p
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Half Hearted.Cotton candy coloured websites, Remind you of drunken kisses, With imaginary boys, And the dreams of yesterday, Are the truths of today, Paradise, under the sheets, Sleepy memories of half hearted, I love yous are what is left, Of you and them, Hold on to your friends, By their sweaters, Or youll lose them, To the abyss of emptiness, The cavern of the heart.Half Hearted.


Journal Entries of a Tax PayerJournal Entries of a Tax Payer Jak RatzJournal Entries of a Tax Payer
Of course I did it. Why wouldnt I? It was my money, why cant I do what ever I want with my property? How? I was sitting in my livingroom one night, I had a Winchester 30-30, silenced, 10 power scope rifle on my lap. I saw an officer of the law and thought to myself, Moving Target. I took aim, making sure to trace carefully, and pulled the light trigger. Now, you may be thinking, What gives you incentive to kill a man and hurt his family? I can assure you relieving a woman of abuse is not entirely sinful. Always think ahead. Positiv
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