Some old shit of mine

[occipudding]

here's a couple old ones i like about such topics as god, sleep, an illicit drug use.  tell me what you think.

Soul Stretch
Topple with a black paper thud
Like a hundred kisses slipping
Rotary, Get gone
Simple knees are trembling
Binary, Get fucked
Groping in the dark for the vein to love the ache
Or the release becomes a copout for death

Scud.
If I could excommunicate the madness
Maybe
Just perhaps with a bomb
Then the trees and the seas
And the birds and the bees
Could shed their baby teeth
And the whole world could be a swan

-o-
I and I and Adonai
Elohim, I'm alone
My god, is anybody home?
Convincing, still
  an absent Ghost
And the masses are asses to feel you in their pain
And I, Adonai
I feel pain in myself
I have faith and belief but in shorter-formed stealth
Could there exist evil where no good ever could?
Could the roaches and rats
And the wolves and the sheep
Ever get by on just loving themselves?
Because they just lay infatuated with a less despondant sky
To explain the reasons why
And my God!  The answers outrun the questions!
Or everyone around is a nigger with a gun
And it all manifests at the absence of a ghost at the helm of the sun
But I have questions too
  like
Why wasn't Jesus given up to the dogs
instead of just given up on?
Or why can't Krishna bring the power back to the streets?--
--where the people live
Why isn't Allah around?
What with all these bombs falling down
And why can't Hashem lift the drag from the days,
or flush out the AIDS,
give the kiddies good grades,
or kill all the gays,
or save Shamoo from the tankers
A hush through the cosmos
Planets collide
His grace scorches the sky
A world pooled full with love,
  all craving love from the ghost,
  all dead
And he's tucked in the cosmos
Or maybe deader than dead
And I, Adonai
Adonai, I do not know

(to anyone who may have been offended in any way from any part of the preceding lines, lighten up.  it's creative expression.  if not, cool)

(this next one's a two-parter)

Snowflake
Get the rocks and POP!
And deaf ears rise to dumb cries
You're a deer hoof stuck in the grill
You're a car up on blocks
I guess we all feel invincible sometimes
  Enough so
  so that the crash leaves us in love with the numbness
Fallopian Ivory
Flakes of it everywhere
But they snow upside down
And you can control the weather
But who can control the tremors?
  or the infatuation?

                                                        frostbite (the epilogue)
                                                        simmering in an illusion,
                                                        Deathly opaque
                                                        Oh, sweet vertigo

Awoke
Trace into me like frostbite
Like the flightplan of a virus
Like no one ever even knew my name
I come on like an idea thrown across the table
A hush falls upon the crowd and the Old Man Members of the Board, giddy with laughter
Are squirming in their seats
And I'm peppered, and salted, and sugared, and suited, and pickled, and shat out, and rise to Sensimilla
And I can't separate the beggars from the choosers
Or the children from the waves that turn them into users
And I'm lost in the middle of it all
Concrete, sun-bleached skies
Yet I strive,
no,
I breathe to maintain this frequency for as long as I can
Waving good-bye the whole time
And when I die,
I want to travel back in time
And wave hello to myself

[thesongyousang]

Great.

You take classes for this?

[occipudding]

yeah, emt-basic 100 and anatomy & physiology 203

[occipudding]

oh, and it's spelt "-o-" but it's pronounced "gawd"