Posts Tagged ‘Man’

Just a poem I wrote and decided to post it in here. It’s simple gibberish… or is it? LOL!

A Rag Man Con Mud Urn

 

You simply don’t Understand

We’re just dolls Being prepared for its homunculus Experiment

It never gets out of hand

It just Simple matter of triaL and Error until it gets completed.

 

You don’t need to believe in fairy tales

Oh, yes, they are here just to get you

Homo sapiens, Beasts out of males and females

Merging the view from the imagined and the truth.

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Finished editing and fixing all of the html and other codes errors off my poetry e-book ‘Death and Funeral of the Invisible Man: Book of Poetry Vol. 1’. Now only to wait for the time to release it.
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This is the cover of it so far. Changes might apply.

This was a poem originally titled ‘Broken Engine‘, but after revising it and changing quite a lot, it became something else. So I re-titled it ‘Thermal Efficiency’. Here’s that poem. Based on a fictional female.

Thermal Efficiency

He came like a locomotive stirring, streaming towards me
Pulling on the breaks but not before crashing into me
He said his machinery required a brand new throttle
He said my heart was the engine and my love was the fuel.

All of this time…
Your sulk was the fizz,
Heating up the pressure valve
Blowing from out your mouth
And for a while…

You were so thermal efficient.

Your strong firm hands were warming me up
Like a conductor,
Filling charcoal, with a shovel
Into the firebox of a steam engine train
Getting hotter,
Motion was faster.

Lights out, rate is gained
In this obscurity, meeting gently
As you continue your journey into the tunnel.

You seemed so thermodynamic, but now I cannot tell
I was so masochistic, compelled under such brutal spell.

All of this time…
Your sulk was the fizz,
Heating up the pressure valve
Blowing from out your mouth
And for a while…

You were so thermal efficient.

Your strong firm hands were warming me up
Like a conductor,
Filling charcoal, with a shovel,
Into the firebox of a steam engine train
Getting hotter,
Motion was faster
Iron on bar
The boiler burning,
Sparks flying,
Gasping, grasping,
Tight, here in our steely shelter
At night, under these sheets…

Lights out, rate is gained
In this obscurity, meeting gently
As you continue your journey into the tunnel
I dug deep my nails,
Firmed, into your skin,
And you flinched out of pain
As the echo of my voice exclaimed
“I just want to make sure this ride
Doesn’t drive me off of the rails!”

He came like a train stirring, streaming towards me
Pulling on the breaks but not before crashing
He said his machinery required a new throttle
He said my heart was the engine and my love was the fuel.

But then he became unstable, combustive,
The fire that ended engulfing the whole thing down.

You were the fire
Blazing out from your body…
And when you imploded
You blamed me for it.

Based on the life of this female character I’ve created for a novel I’m writing.

Man vs Woman

We need a man to do these things for us
Us the “weaker sex”, we need a man to do these things
For a man is strong enough to carry on with these heavy weights
But what about the heavy burdens that they carry within themselves?
Whose gonna sooth those voices that haunts in their heads?
Whose gonna cry for them when they finally give in and lie lifeless in their beds?
Whose gonna make sure that their legacy survives?
Whose gonna take of their children if not their wives?

He’s the head of the house
For he’s the man and he brings the wealth in
We girls can be proud being a spouse
Cause we’re the ones who look after them.

Man vs woman
Is like nature vs passion
Is life vs love
Burying all of the beauty coming from above
We do not need to argue
All we have to do
Is share our love
We must live under the principles of this law.

From Monday to Saturday
Is all about sweat and hard work
But when it comes to Sunday
Is time to spend time with our lord
And sometimes I wonder
In this diminutive space of mine
About the “ifs” of this manmade world
What if things were different?
What if the rules were reversed?
What if history was to be rewritten?

If Jesus were a female
You would have fell in love with her
If Jesus were a woman
You would have taken advantage of her
And nobody would have said anything
No judge or jury would have said a thing
Her blood wouldn’t be something you’d be proud about
For us females have bled for centuries long now.

I bet they would’ve done more than crucifying her
I bet they would’ve done more than calling her names
I bet they wouldn’t only bargain with her garments
But they would’ve bargain with her body as well…

He’s the cornerstone of this house
For he keeps things in balance and brings stabling
We girls can be proud being a spouse
Cause we’re the ones who make sure of everything.

Man vs woman
Is like nature vs passion
Is life vs love
Burying all of the beauty coming from above
We do not need to argue
All we have to do
Is share our love
We must live under the principles of this law.

A Poor Man’s Wish

I want to be God
I want to be in control
Of my own life
And everything around me.

I want to be happy
And when I’m angry
To yell at whomever I want
Without ever getting a backlash.

They say let it all in God’s hands
But those hands seems fall through
Cause I see everything as it’s always been
I’m still struggling, still starving.

Filled my head with words from books
Call me “Don Quixote”
I wish I could be that lost in
I wish I was one of the most read stories.

I want to be God
I want to be praised for my talents
And if I didn’t have any
I would make myself have all of them.

I want to feel comfort
More than in just my own skin
I want what it’s mine
And that’s more than the “American Dream”.

Call me egocentric, full of myself
At the end of the day none of you
Has ever given me what I need in order
To survive another day in this life.

Oh my God, writing is good
In fact it is great!
But I want the riches that comes with the knowledge
I want to be King of this very theme.

Here I am!
Give me what I want!
I know I deserve it
Stop trying to step on me,
Trying to make of me another steeping stool.

For I’m the pinnacle of this pyramid
I’m the axis, as I am the center
And when I become God
You will all bow down at my feet
And for those who won’t
I’ll prepare a very special place;
Concerning volcanic lava and fiery pits.

This is where art and life meets…

The Last Words of a Dying Man

The only way you could destroy me is by using something I didn’t do
I was never your Jesus Christ, so why should I pay for your sins?
I had the gun and the bullets at hand and pointing at your head
And still didn’t pull the trigger and now you’re sending me to my death bed.

Art cannot save me this time
My wisdom cannot help me somehow
And it’s left at the desk of the dumb fucks dimwits
That clean their asses with the truth scrubbing at their faces.

Fuck this world
Next life I’m gonna nuke it
And the good willed intentioned people
Must be radioactively infected cause of the pigs that shit on the pearls and sell them for a million dollars.

Proud of being what?
Proud of what the fuck?
When you send a fair man to the electric chair…
What’s there to be proud about?

Oh this is personal!
Oh sweet Jesus locusts will rain!
Praise your name while others steal all our belongings
You want what?! Money!? Shove it up yours honey!!!

Fuck all your wives
And all your husbands
And their faithfulness and their cheating
And all your fucking children with their drugs and their good grades
Fuck all their devils and their gods and their judas and their virgins maries
Fuck your belief and your lack of it and your mockery and your sensitivity
Fuck your critic and your praise
Fuck if you hate or love this or even if you’re indifferent
Fuck if you like me, or despise me or feel pity
Fuck the law, and the government and the countries and the people living in it
Fuck this world, this galaxy, this goddamn universe
Fuck every rhyme, every word, every line, every verse
This is not a stupid metaphor!
This is not just a goddamn poem!
These are the last words of a dying man
Who’s on top of a bridge with a rock tied to his foot and it’s about to jump…
And I can hear the masses screaming;
“JUMP, JUMP, JUMP, YOU PUSSY, SELF-CENTERED, NEUROTIC FUCKTARD!”
While I thank them for attending this circus show I made of my life
I hope I’ve entertained you…
I hope you had the time of yours.