Outside the world.

Here I sit pontificating,
About things emasculating,
I don't care for identity,
Nor do I care how you see me,
I live my life in solitude,
Venturing out when it is due,
I examine the world from afar,
And yet see into souls and their scars,
I imagine about the people,
Putting myself in their shoes,
Though my intent may be feeble,
I feel I'm getting to the truth.

Go Long Into the Night

Go long into the night, and dance, for the dance is where we lose ourselves. We free our minds and let our bodies take over. Our souls commune with the music and the air is filled with mutual spirit. Our hearts beat with the drums and our bodies fluid move with the woodwinds as strings rhythmically disrupt it. As the fires burn on the pyres as well as in our hearts and the passions erupt as we stare into anothers gaze. Potential lovers unite as the beat continues. The moon overhead illuminates the night sky as we, man and woman retire to the beds, to continue this dance, rythym, the beat now miles away but playing full in our minds as we dance laying on the bed, interwined pulsating, wild. Our lips pressing together we're sharing each breath. Your hips are grinding, as I am thrusting in this dance we that we are dancing. Romantic passion welling up like pure magnificent ecstasy, the drums beating faster and faster, our emotions on the brink of the lovers precipice about to explode... and all at once the drum beat stops, we cry out, and squeeze eachother tightly, as the dance is over. Our eyes meet and we stare at eachother amazed at what transpired, amazed at ourselves. Sweating and breathing deeply we slip away into the night naked in the moonlight towards the spring to clean our bare bodies, but in the back of our minds the drum continues beating and our souls are forever one to continue dancing. As we wash ourselves we look into eachothers eyes under the moonlight and embrace in a sweet kiss, but this time we do a slow dance, in the spring, and we take our time, and we go long into the night, and dance...

Remember, Remember (A Guy Fawkes Poem revision)

Remember, remember, When comes November
To vote out the Republican lot ;
I see no reason why their lies and scheming,
Should ever be forgot.

The GOP 'Twas their intent,
To sow dissention and cause lament.
They hide behind Rush Limbaugh,
Of whom their teabaggers admire.
They'll accept any ignorant member,
Because intelligence is not required.


Holla boys, Holla boys, let the beer bottles clink!
Holla boys, Holla boys, after we win we'll drink!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

We vote to beat the GOP,
To spread the truth and expose them.
Let us rise up and bring them down,
And cast our ballots to deny them.
Burn their lies and hypocrisy,
Stand bright like Lady Liberty.
Expose them and their engorged heads,
Soon we'll say: the GOP is dead.

You make me feel better.

I'm sittin' out on the back porch drinkin' a beer,
Wonderin' why you ain't here,
Where could you be?
Why don't you go on get in that truck of yours,
Head on over to my back porch,
And sit with me?

Baby, I want you tonight,
I'll love you til forever,
And the rest of my life,
You make me feel better.

It's gettin' late almost half past 10,
Now your here and I don't care where you've been,
Just glad you're around.
I'm starin' into your beautiful eyes,
I think I'll take you out tonight,
Out on the town.

Baby, I want you tonight,
I'll love you til forever,
And the rest of my life,
You make me feel better.

Mini roadtrip time(inspired by a friends status)

Mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, gonna go the place that we love to be, gonna sit by the beach and swim in the sea after she takes a little trip with me, cause it's mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, We love groove to our musics melody, we know all the words to what were listening, And when we ride were always singing. Cause it's mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen. Mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, mini roadtrip time with my queen queen queen, and here we go now, yes we're leaving...

This world

If I could show you this world in my head, you would find it amazing, amazing, Yeah, and if I could show you this world I've created, You would find it amazing, so amazing It's unreal how big it is, and how I only care that your in it, but if I could show you anything, it's this.

I'm standing here on top of the mountainside with you by my side, and I'm looking out onto the plains below, watching as the green fields grow before my eyes, but I'm focusing on something else, it's your hand intertwined with mine, and I'm feeling fine yeah. I get lost in here, as I drift away, when I come back your not here and I'm not feeling okay.

I just want you back, noone else knows that. Who you are, is a mystery to everybody, I like to keep it that way, I want you to myself, I say. So don't force me to tell, I'll never let anyone break this spell I'm under.

Rambling

The eloquent sunshine paints the sky and me orange, I am no longer gray, but me again. I find that my friends closest to my heart are powerful in my eyes. And I love them with all my heart, just like a beautiful sunset which I appreciate more than many can fathom. My capacity for love is great and my threshold for it's torment greater, but still I abide, and live on passing on the love. I amaze some and aggravate others, but still I am, and so are you. What in life is worth it if not Love. I ramble on lest I know not what I'm trying to say as I too in life ramble on as I know not where I'm going nor where I will end up. But I'm glad our paths crossed because like the sunsets you make me happy.

ambiguous poetry

Lyrically indecisive, rhythmically desperate,
Forgone insured pantomimic laboring,
Derisive autonomic defense mechanics,
Exhausted sleeping mass of life,
I am the Walrus, and the Dude abides.

Unbroken.

I felt a feeling of nirvana.
Momentary in my memory.
Though it lasted a few hours.
It was beautiful and calming.
I wrote a wisdom during it.
Or was it the wisdom that caused it?
The release of past pressures.
They faded from my mind.
And during that time, I was whole.
I was one, unbroken.

Poetic Dissonance

Genius is born not from eloquence and sanctuary, but from necessity and despair. For our sorrows drive us to eliminate pains brought on by inconvenience and inhibition. Indeed it is the impoverished denizens who are most like to satisfy our country's proverbial void and provide the answer required; that we may improve the living conditions for all instead of a select, engorged, few.

P.S. The Dude Abides.

I think about you.

I think about you every day you're always in my head,
And I think about you every night before I go to bed,
I gave you my jacket for a reason I planned it all the way,
So you'd feel me holding you each night as you drift away,
I enjoyed our nights together, you were always really sweet,
And I felt your heart beat slow as you started to fall asleep,
I was too scared to move you, you looked so beautiful there,
So I'd just sit in silence, relaxed, caressing your soft hair,
With every laugh and smile, and with you singing your songs,
You gave me back a zest for life, I thought was all but gone.
So now I'm telling you how I feel these word are true,
And I believe that baby, I'm in love with you.

Two birds of a feather.

When will there be another place, when will there be another time, for me tell you straight to your face, I love you and that's no lie.

I love you so much I want you here, it's all just a hazey mess, until I see you the world ain't clear, that I must confess.

I hope you're feeling better than before, and that you can blissfully fall asleep,
Because my heavy eye's are closing more, so come join me in my dreams.

It doesn't matter where we end up, as long as were together, just like the sweet doves, we're two birds of a feather.

Please let's go

I'm outside in the parking lot,
waiting for you to get off work and it's really hot,
You look so sweet in there,
Taking the orders and fixing your hair,
I'm smilin' in the truck out here,
Listening to the radio,
Well come on baby please let's go,
Down to the old quarry it's saturday night,
There's a party gonna get done right,
Our friends all gonna be there,
We bring the music they bring the beer,
And it's gonna get done right,
We'll be dancin' before you know,
So come on baby please let's go.

Good Night Dear World

Good night, dear world, may the storm thunders rumble softly,
And may the breeze caress you until you slumber gently.
May you dream dreams of far away exotic places,
Where you find yourself among kind and friendly faces.
In the morning may you rise rested and no longer weary,
To sunny skies and butterflies that leave you ever cheery.
May your afternoons be peaceful and relaxing under gold setting sun,
Until the stars come out and whisper softly once day is done.
May you yourself be fun, loving and full of laughter,
Until once again father time comes calling you after.

I don't know why.

I don't know why I do the things that I do,
But I know when I try, things turn out alright,
Maybe one of these days I'll learn to fly,
But in the mean time,
Let's go down by the beach,
Set and watch the sunset creep,
Away behind the world, and then
Watch the stars as they go floating by,
In the beautiful dark night's sky,
And maybe if were lucky enough,
We will see fireflies doin' firefly stuff,
hey hey hey, I make you laugh, don't I,
I make you laugh so hard you cry,
Then afterwords, we'll lay down on the soft sand,
And stare into eachothers eyes, you know what I like to see,
Yeah, you lookin' back at me,
I just want to be by your side, I just want to be more,
I just want to be by your side, you are my life, and I am forever yours.

just a song

You're my lovely cakes,
You're my sweet thang,
I'll do what it takes,
To make you my baby.

Now you're in my head,
I'm missin' you,
an all the fun things,
that we do.

Goin' for rides,
Down the backroads,
Singin'the songs,
That we know.

I miss your pretty voice,
And you're pretty baby,
Sing to me once more,
My pretty lady.

Sing to me-e,
I want to hear you,
Whisper softly,
Like you always do,

And when it's cold,
Put my arms around you,
And when I'm gone,
Think of me too.

One little night.

Last night I sat outside by the fire drinkin' beers with my friends,
But when they got drunk I didn't know what was about to begin,
All hell broke loose and they tried to steal my old mans car,
then one of them tried to run but he didn't get very far,

What the hell was I thinkin'
tryin' to have some fun,
Little cozy fire going,
After the day is done.

He fell to the ground laughing in the grass,
Tried to stand up again but fell right back on his ass,
The two girls just laughed at him, but one was just as worse,
I had to pick them up and in the morning I felt the hurt.

What the hell was I thinkin'
but we sure did do alot,
by the little tiny embers,
I had me a lot of fun.

Chat Haiku

Katie Lynn Majka,
Nine Twenty Seven P.M.
Ha ha ha, touche.

We got a few things in common.

We got a few things in common Oh don't you know, we like sunshine and country drivin' and when it snows, we got a few things in common oh don't you know, we like watching the sun set, and bumming at home.
We got a few things in common, oh yeah a few things, we walk the forest trails not looking for anything, we like to listen to the same music, watch tv, and laugh at funny things. Yeah we got a few things in common oh don't you know, we got a few things common.

God Complex

An old poem from a dark time in my life at age 15 don't take it literally.


Your sins are payable on death,
I feel it coming, Judgement Day.
It crawls here on four legs now picking up speed,
It has jumped into a headlong rush now our, time is short.
Our flesh burned away our naked souls revealed,
To the test of time we gave up.
God is now a symbol not a being,
Religions these days are like cars,
If you don't like it trade it in for a new one.
Bullshit, everything is bullshit, we love our bullshit,
It all depends on what bullshit it is, well I want the regular shit.
One word a voice, a voice unheard,
Stands between our life and our bullshit.
Its time to light the funeral pyre,
and put to rest our bullshit with fire.
Our sins to ashes, to blood, to dust.
All is gone along with our wild lust.
So much to say goodbye to, its ok you dont have a choice.
But you can help others along with just your voice.
Burn the bibles too, they mean nothing they are mans words,
As long as you are heard.
Its not the words that mean everything not the paper,
Soon, your earthly life will not matter, that time is later.
Drop these dead husks and walk around in the glow of the ONE.
Take my harsh words to heart, for now with you I am done.
It is time for the rain of Judgement upon the land.
The Devil's armor painted crimson with the blood of man.