SUCKY POETS SOCIETY

9 lives. 1 down. 8 more to go.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes…Rise to an ambience that looks familiar…
that feels new…
9 lives. 2 down. 7 more to go.
Look around…searching eyes..searching soul..Cant find what you are looking for..
9 lives. 3 down. 6 more to go.
With the realization that dreams weren’t realised..New dreams vanish into thin air…
9 lives. 4 down. 5 more to go.
Strengthened belief weakened. Weakened belief weakens…
9 lives. 5 down. 4 more to go.
Wander aimlessly…question endlessly….
destination-none…answers-none
9 lives. 6 down. 3 more to go.
What you could have is what you dont have. What you dont have is what you will never have.
9 lives. 7 down. 2 more to go.
Just like the trust,the promises,the dreams. Everything is broken inside and continues breaking.
9 lives. 8 down. 1 more to go.
Everything is moving at its normal pace. Only you are slowing down, only you have stopped.
9 lives. 9 down. None to go.
Many lives lived.
Many deaths died.
Everyday is a good day to rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
Everyday is a good day to resurrect.

all you ever wanted was to get away
(from the noise, from that maddening place)
all you ever wanted, was to be released
from that cell you were born into
(you didnt know the noise would always follow you)
and now you dont know what to do
you dont know what you want, where to go to
anymore
there is no home, there never was
you dont want to go back
(but the cursed noises keep following you)

you kept your senses, your nerves
so that one day
you could get away
convincing yourself it was them
(not you, who had the noise)
now you dont know where to go anymore
where do you go from here, how do you get away
get away from the noise
(that keeps with you all the time)
where do you get away
to where no one can find you…

the noise
the goddamnd awful piercing noise
that cursed loudsome sound fills my brain
keeps me awake
all day all night
wont let me sleep, wont let me think
burning my senses
uprooting my nerves
blinding me
wont let me
wont let me move, wont let me think
goddamned sound pierces the skin of my brains
wont let me do nothing at all
nothing at all, cant see at all
cant see anymore, take my senses away
cant breathe at all
take my nerves away
dont need, this awful goddamnd noise, this life
take it away, poison me
this cursed sound, piercing the skin of my brain
my eyes, my ears, blinding my senses
burning my nerves, can’t do nothing at all
take it away, i’d rather not be this way

four leaf clover
standing out among those with three leaves
feeling awkward to be the only one
what it wouldnt do to be one of them
of them who are jealous of that extra leaf it has
the fourth leaf is a burden
tries to shed it but to no avail
wishes to escape
begs to be blown away
begs to be picked
four leaf clover
looked for by everyone around
a sign of luck….that unlucky bastard is
rare it is, lonely it feels
tries to blend in but that extra leaf wont let it
four leaf clover hard to notice by them looking for luck
four leaf clover waits to be noticed by those who overlook
four leaf clover is stepped on…unnoticed

drenched outsides

dancing insides

green glows in dark commons

daft punk dances out loud

it’s dance in the commons

just waiting
waiting for it all to make sense
trying to
explain to myself
(again and again)
what is happening
around me
is normal, logical, the most probable
given the conditions and the course of action chosen
the future is warped and past is kinda bloated
present is stretched infinitely thinly over space
does my existence take place here, or somewhere else
inside this computer, on my record files in their books?
inside my mind?
is my existence what i feel and i think?
what if i dont feel and i dont think ?
i dont exist anymore?
is my existence what others perceive of me?
what they make me out to be?
can i make myself disappear?
not exist?
invisible?
inwardly? outwardly?
fade away
a white heron on the green grass
drizzle
ravens
the rain
bridges burning
the embers
yellow glow
will turn to ash
we’re all waiting
to turn to ash
all this constant struggle
lose and gain
to change
how we are perceived
by others
By ourselves
i dont give a fuck

we meet

we part

we’re better off apart

we say hello

we say good-bye

we’re strangers once again

Ugly, shapeless skies of Portland

no depth, no change in hue

perpetual grey of the same shade

on dull days of drizzle

when sunny, just a vacant blue

no playful white cloud on its arc

just a crisscross of jetliner trails

Ugly flat skies of Portland

light dont even bend while traversing thru

go to sleep with a heavy purple 

wake up to endless white haze

or stunning senseless blue

the tall, well-built, beautiful athlete

is in love with the way his body moves when he runs

how fragile are his fibers though

you could stab him with a knife and kill him

how deceptive this life is

the rich sonovabitch is in love with the house that he built

a towering mansion of plaster of paris

mahogany, gargoyles, doric pillars and all

you could tear it to bits with dynamite though

oh how impermanent this world is

Three little chippering f-birds
Fly high, high, high
Far beyond the sky, beyond the horizon
To a land where everything seems benign.

Three other chippering m-birds come hopping by
Oh, my
They get dazzled by the lovely sight
More Chipper, Chipper, Chipper
With each other
And within their minds.

In minutes the three chippering m-birds just vanish by
Where and why?
Behind the three chippering f-birds,
Above the three chippering f-birds,
All over the three chippering f-birds.

The f-birds love this way of life,
After all back home their love, their own m-birds
Left them waiting by
Disregarded their precious time
Never respected their value of life.

The new m-birds for a day were very nice,
Three other m-birds served them the same way next night
Three new-land-f-birds served them even better the following night.

Such a benign world the f-birds thought
Whether m-birds or f-birds
Physical love and attention is all that they could sense flowing by
What more and why more?
We’re staying back in the new world
The three little chippering f-birds chippered and flew by.

TO BE CONTINUED…