Potty Humor

And there she sat atop her throne of pottery
With such vehement modesty
And waited for the end to come.

She who did not think she wanted
Yet wanted to leave this luxury she flaunted
Sat whining on the whitish protrusion from the floor.

“What of a wasted life I see
atop this useful pottery
nothing but crude graffiti.”

Swimming below me is the sea
Or what leads eventually the sea to me
So I connect myself to the sea.

On her bottom the frosty air
Made love to feelings from “down there”

Head Poem 1

Falling past forever
dreaming of home
thinking of you
there's an edge that I can no longer conquer
I slip and fall through nothingness
my greatest fear is that I will die alone.

It's the inevitable fate of all people
but I fear it like I never have anything else.
and at the same time, I desire perfection
because what's the use of living if I'm unhappy with who I have to live it with.

at the same time I just want to be tough
I want to go out and be gangster
I want to be looked at as a kingpin
I don't want to come second to anyone
I'm selfish, I'm a bastard and I've been taught to hate myself because I feel that I am not perfect and therefore don't matter.
So I want to go out and kill if I can't die
I want to be the way rap teaches me to be
I'm different and I know it
and I see that I don't belong here.

I want to let people do what they want but I want to be a part of it.
I wish I could just have someone to wake up to every day who would live to make me happy as much as I would reciprocate those same actions.

where is perfection? What is it and if I can have somebody to tell my feelings to who is she? Why can't I just be normal and just forget about all of this? Why is this pain so strong that I don't know how to ignore it? I think that it's a matter of conciousness. I know too much and have found what I want and I'm just trying to get it. I am destroyed and no longer know how to achieve my goals. Death is not an option because it is irrelivant. Life is not an option because I don't belong. So I'm stuck in limbo. I do what I can and fail at happieness. It doesn't exist. I need this day to take up my sword and win. I shall do that today...

The moment before sex

Like a cat playing with its toy
between every girl and boy
a war unspoken
grievances unheard by courts of law
or spoken speech

an eye twitching
a shell destroyed
a quick, captured look
and a fighter goes down

a smell of the scent of cologne
it's over; I'm in position now

the fatal attraction; unstoppable kiss
and your entire army is buried in the ground.

A Spoken Thought

Spoken thought
Dylan Paul

I feel my heart breaking
I barely can survive
Fallacies turn to monotony
And I strive to stay alive.

I want to end this sorrow
But I can’t make out ahead
The dreams and mountains climbed
I almost feel like thread-

As it flows through the needle of some machine
Winding and weaving and clean, soak, preen.
Making perfection where there is only sorrow
Is like living a lie or putting life till tomorrow.

I try sometimes for glory
I’d like to find some gold
Or listen to the drunken man
Tell me stories of old.

I wish I had a soften cheek
To press against mine
The skin to touch
The soul to steal
And just a little more time.

Life’s like clockwork working against me
I’m wanting to be victorious but still I can hardly see.

Human

Unbind these chains!
this job that I hate
these people who are quick to speculate.

Ropes wrapping rough
beginning to snap and recoil like bungee chords.
We're at war!

Unwrapping once more
becoming a visible sapien form again
to greet the end.

too late
as I become free
and start to resemble...

Human

Departure

Now the clouds waste away into evenings decent
the reality begins to set in on a day passed.
Life in its evanescence has fortified truth
and what was come was once and ever will be a blast.

We encountered life in moments of glory
we went down a hill in a trash can
you my friend have given gift to this story
and finally written the final chapter and "The End."

Leaving for home becomes like the fall of rome
a ship in a glass bottle on the new regimes desk.
The wind starts blowing on my open window sill
and verse comes freely in whatever relevance.

I see now your vessel pull away from the curb
exhaust is what's left of your legacy
challenging the minotaur in the maze of forever
and I should be glad that you come out triumphant.

Leaving is still leaving and I'll miss you like I do
Niagara free-flowing from my pools of hope and joy
through child's eyes I see you and I idolize the day
so leaves the best friend of a boy.

Linda

Down the alley, a tabby cat
Stood painted in her tuxedo black
And purred for me to come and see
her eyes speaking peaceful tranquility.

She warmed the souls of mortal men
till down the alley they'd look back when
They’d see a tabby dressed in tuxedo black-
Eyes fluorescent gleaming back-

Night shadows absorbing her plight
Willing man and beast to fight for what’s right
And live for kitties, to at least fight the good fight
As she walks comfortably set into the night.

I’ve seen the streets and also the world
And know the spikes and pains of life
But never till now have I known
Who so loved the world as our kitty-girl?