Sample

I ran

I saw no choice

I had only a corner

When I wanted the world

 

I had only echoes

When I wanted the music

 

I had only you

When I wanted a reason

 

So much to witness

 

Lives to bury and become

 

Falls to feel

 

Gods to harvest

 

Before the sun burns out

Burns black

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Experiment.

Who likes music? Who likes only a certain genre of music? Who likes a variety of music?

I want to suggest 3 songs from different genres and see the tastes of…well i guess people who follow my blog but this could reach others so…No goal really. Maybe to open up some to new music and artists who i enjoy listening to.

Likes are fine but hey maybe 1 or 2 of you guys can share this post and get it tossed around. Some comments would be awesome. To know what you guys think about the songs chosen, genres, suggestions…all welcome. Thanks. And hopefully enjoy.

 

Track 1. Coma White – Marilyn Manson. Album – Mechanical Animals

 

Track 2. Vampire – Peter Tosh. Album – No Nuclear War

 

Track 3. Straight Edge – Minor Threat. Album – Complete Discography

Monday 9:55 pm

Sitting around in the summer evening

Watching her

Over there

Playing on the blacktop

 

Chasing her tail

 

Smiling

 

Playing in the warm moonlight

 

Missing

The soft

Beautiful

Carelessness of youth

 

Did you pay the electric bill this month?

Faults & Fine Lines

My eyes

Can never see

The defects you think you do

 

We’re all broken

 

We all have flaws

 

Faults and fine lines

 

Ones in which I already love

A set of malfunctions I growingly cherish

 

Your eyes

Can never see

The panic and disorder I own

 

I’m quite flawed

Broken and ripe with neuroses

Idiosyncrasies you seemingly accept

A set of malfunctions no one can cherish

 

You can be unsound

And I will lie unraveled

And maybe

One day

Some day soon

We’ll be broken

 

Together

Silly Little Poem

A silly little poem

 

For anyone who needs it

For anyone who is willing to understand

 

A poem for all I love

For the ones who know and

Those who do not

 

A poem for my mother

A poem for my father

 

Bleeding through

Clinging to

 

A poem for the tribulations

 

Nurses and numbing agents

The burning and dull knives drilling

 

A poem to believe in myself

To believe

What’s inside is what’s needed

 

A poem

A prayer

To persist and be mindful

To worship and tribute

 

A silly little poem

 

© J. James Martinez

Henry Charles Bukowski

Henry Charles Bukowski

“Don’t Try”

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