Another Fucking Miserable Poem

A Thought Not to Forget

My father's dead,
his head was smashed in by a 4,000 pound beast.
My brother's dead,
his necked was snapped in the backseat of a speed freak's car.
My friends are dead,
they're being carried away
by the idle hands of the reaper
to be burned in their caskets,
one by one,
right before my very eyes.

My mother is dying,
her gigantic heart is withering away,
her once strong mind is now decaying,
her entire soul is falling to pieces,
right before my very eyes.

There is absolutely nothing I can do,
but I am not looking for sympathy,
I am not searching for
heaven. Hell,
I do not even want a better life.

What I do want
is for all my dying friends and family to know
that
heaven is right here
with me,
with you,
right before our very eyes,
hell is also here
with us,
reflecting flames in our eyes, but
as we crawl on our battered flesh and broken bones
toward our final resting place,
six feet below
our lives and our dreams,
I can safely say
I am happy,
always have been happy
and more than grateful
I got to spend
as much time as I could
with all of you.

The Miami of Canada

Awhile back my shallow soul of an ass was traveling in the "Windy City." I was lucky enough to be staying at a friend's parent's house in Oak Park for free. Every night I had to decide whether I wanted to practice a lil autoerotica asphyxiation or go out into the cursed streets of Chicago and get drunk and maybe catch a band perform. My decision, unfortunately, was usually the latter. After the show and drunken debauchery, I would stumble around downtown until the sun came up.
During these stumbles, I would run into the people of the night, mainly fellow drunks and the homeless. There were threats of violence, good conversations, and dope deals. I happened to get ripped off a couple of times during these transactions, but that didn't bother me much because they needed the money more than I did and I would probably spend it on useless bullshit anyways, so I guess it was a fair trade. Then, I would take the long route home on the EL Train back to Oak Park.
On my way back, there would be homeless people sleeping on the train. It was a hopeless scene that made me cry many nights for these broken and luckless souls. What was even shittier about their situation was that they would get kicked off the train after the security guards caught onto them. Then, they would have to find somewhere to sleep on the unforgiving streets. I'd often walk past them at night when it was snowing or raining and wonder how courageous these people must be and how come I could not do more to help them out. I know I could not live on the streets and I am very fortunate because I have a very supporting family, but they don't have anybody. They are lost, abandoned, and forgotten and my heart goes out to all of them. One day, I hope, things turn around for them and they get off the streets and live a fulfilling and blissful life.

Watching the Deserted Down

To look and see their pain, agony, tears,
is to look at human life.
I cannot bear to even glance.
I always have to turn the other way and
hide my own tears of sorrow.

Where can the abandoned go?

They sleep on trains throughout the night,
but often get kicked off
because "filth" can only travel so far in the city.
Then, they are left to wander and search
for a new place to sleep
on the piss filled streets.

They are left alone,
no family, no friends,
alone
walking an endless mile in a lost life.

Helpless,
I wish I could something, anything,
besides stare.

There should be only happiness and hope,
instead
all that's left is poison and despair.
What a crying shame,
all of us are to blame.
Maybe someday it will all turn around,
who knows the sun may shine for everyone tomorrow?

You and I know
tomorrow will be nothing, but rain.
The deserted will drown in it.
And I can only stare,
stare at all of them
with a broken heart
and nothing to offer.

2012

Let's talk about it. People say that December 21, 2012 will be the death of us all. Their words never cease. Their mouths never shut. They repeat over and over again that we all are doomed. They say: All of the Earth's volcanoes will explode and melt our flesh clean off the bone, massive earthquakes will destroy all of our homes and history to a mere pile of rubble, and what is left will be washed away by monstrous tidal waves. After mother nature's wrath is complete and nothing remains, an asteroid, the size of the moon and thrown by God himself, will hit the Earth and eradicate what is left of our planet from the face of the Universe, as if we never existed. An even more dreadful fact, is that there's going to be a big blockbuster movie about this infamous date. Once this happens, 2012 will be believed by millions more that this will truly be the end of the world.
I would have to disagree with this claim and I have proof to back this up, although it's not much. For example: what happened with Y2K anyone? Or the thousands of other predictions that came and went with a gentle breeze? Come on, if 2012 really was the final year of our existence, then why in the fuckity fucking fuck are we still acting like a bunch of worthless buffoons? Shouldn't we be going absofuckinglutely insane? Shouldn't there be random, unpunished murders, psychotic animals on acid, and loose shit cutters out and about roaming the decomposing streets? Shouldn't we all be in sheer terror of the end? Shouldn't we be, at least, quitting our worthless jobs and experiencing and loving every last second of our undone lives? Shouldn't we? Anything? What strange turds we all are.
I have had dreams about the end of the world and I have even written some poetry about it based on those dreams. Maybe some of the lucky ones that have accepted this tragic end, will read this poem and get some inspiration. Maybe? I have many doubts and little evidence, but there is hope. We could still be the lucky generation that gets to see what so many others have missed. I am crossing my fingers for:

My Crowning Moment

Here it is,
at last,
a sight for aching eyes,
the end, the end of all things.

I stand up, embracing it.
I'm naked in my mother's bedroom,
but she has already met the end of her days.
I take a drink from the bottle and sigh.

My cock and me, both, walk and take a final glimpse of this wretched world.
The sky is radiant,
I have never seen it quite like this before,
I have never realized its true beauty,
the clouds of white perfection,
the birds that soar above like feathered angels,
the immaculate blue that reaches the heavens.
This unforgettable scene
I know
will soon be gone,
but nothing is wrong,
our fate is sealed.

Time to begin.

I casually make my way to the bed,
"Show me your asshole,"
I say with a grin.
I don't know who she is
or
how we met,
but none of this matters,
I don't think it ever has.
She bends over and puckers
her pleasant brown star in front of my face.
A bomb goes off.
I see it in the distance as perfect as the clouds,
a gigantic mushroom kissing the sky,
another beautiful sight before my aching eyes,
as I begin the rhythms of love,
in and out,
in and out.

The world continues to dissolve,
but love fills the air
at these final moments,
the last of my life,
something I have been waiting for,
for a long,
long time.

Horror Movie Review

Well, it's that time of year again, when zombies vomit forth from the mouth of Lucifer and feast on the tongues and breasts of all who roam the dark streets at night. It's also a time to watch nothing but piss your pants horror movies. I happen to watch these types of movies all year round, so it's just another morbid day for me.
I said in my last post that I was going to view a movie entitled, "Slaughtered Vomit Dolls." And I did for about 20 minutes, then I threw up in disgust. This movie sucked the curly, pink dick of a pig that just rolled around in his own feces. When the images of a naked, semi decent looking prostitute on a toilet appeared on my computer, I'll admit my eyes grew bigger. Then nothing really happened after that. So, I shut that horrible movie off and scoured the internet for hours in search of another not-so-well-known horror movie that would wash the taste of that other god awful movie out of my mouth.
Mouth? What's in a mouth? The tongue, gums, halitosis, leftover sperm, and teeth. Let me ask you this, are teeth found in other parts of the body? Well, according to the movie I found, there is and the incisors, molars, eyeteeth, and wisdom teeth can all be found in the bearded ax wound aka slice of heaven aka gash aka vagina. Sad, but true teeth can be found there and I could not wait to feast my eyes on the fancy panties that were on the stars of the movie, "Teeth".
The star or freak of "Teeth", played by Jess Weixler, Dawn, is a spokesperson for Christain Abstinence Group and that is a blessing considering what would happen if someone stuck their penis inside her.
This movie is hilarious and unforgettable and that is a remarkable achievement bearing in mind that this is director's Mitchell Lichtenstein's debut. He does a outstanding job at keeping me entertained throughout the entire movie, especially when Dawn's brother is introduced in the film. He is a riot. He only fucks girls in the ass, smokes weed, and listens to metal(no this character is not based on me).
One day Dawn tries to have serious conversation him, but like their relationship, it's hopeless and distant. He says he knows who she has been saving herself for and of course, he says it's himself and that he wants her to get naked and sit her pretty lil ass on his bed. She runs off getting nothing out of this "heart to heart."
Then, it happens. She goes off into this watering hole with her newfound lover and one kiss leads to another and the next thing you know she is saying for them to think pure thoughts and not to give into temptation. Meanwhile, he has other ideas and says that he has not jerked off since Easter. He then proceeds to force himself on her. Bad choice. This leaves him dickless. After this, her tooth filled vagina leads her to the doctor's office and he obviously loses his wandering fingers.
Throughout the rest of the movie, she encounters a few more dicks and proceeds to lop them off, one by one. "Teeth" makes me want to practice abstinence(like that will ever happen). I reccomend this horror-black comedy film to any girl that wants revenge on a worthless man who has taken advantage of her or for anyone that wonders what the sound of a dog chewing on a cock is like. hmm? Please find out and watch for the ultimate viewing pleasure. Merry Halloween freaks!