General non-Raveast poetry

[michealdark]

Hollywood
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Dear Hollywood
I just want you to know it's to you I address this:
I hate you!
I f**k**g hate you
You are a genital wart on the clitoris of the Pacific Rim
You are a mortal wound to the womb of Sweet California
You are the reason litte girls leave home with stars in their eyes
And come back with broken hearts and AIDS
You are why young men seek a fast fortune
Only to end up with blue balls and holes in their sinus cavities
You mak us all a little less intellegent
You have turned me from a young intellectual who analyzed Poe and recited Whitman
Into a stupid oaf that just wants to see a parade of tits and explosions
You have transformed from a land of dreams and milk and honey
Into a land of sex,lies,and stalkerazzi
You crumble under weak foundations of blow and speed and methadone
Your illness is a global pandemic
You turn classics into garbage
And alchemy trash into gold to line your pocket books
You care not for your young
You have raised a generation on ass and thingy and coke
You have shoved your mighty phallus into the ass of America for too long
I will be raped not more
And you shall weep as you die alone

I miss the old days
(and I'm only 20)
I miss when "family" movies were fun and clean
I miss when R-rated films were a secret release for when mom rented them and allowed me to watch with her
I miss when a movie could be scary without making Cannibal Corpse lyrics seem tame
I miss Lion King
I miss Rambo
I miss Dracula
I miss the part of me that got lost in you

I hate everything you stand for
I hate your fitted dresses and million dollar tuxedos
I hate your "bling"
I hate your silly smiles and fake tans/tits
I hate your conformity
I hate turning on the radio to hear 14 people playing the same number
I hate seeing 30 versions of the same f**k**g film,only with different titles
I hate your greed
I hate that you make arteurs kill themselves to escape you
I hate everything you've become

Since when did having a cult of personality actually trump having a personality?
Since when did "f**k you" become something more than "f**k you"?
How's this sound?
"F**k you and f**k your f**k**g momma's f**k**g corpse!"
Does that sound endearing to you?
Do you still love this messy hair?
These $10 clothes?
These yellowed teeth?
This body fat?
You never did?
But what about my brilliant green eyes?
They still entice you,right?
I can still become a superstar,right?
I mean I have talent and pretty eyes,even if the rest of me isn't much to look at

Ain't it funny how by the standars you set
One can become famous whilst among us
But only be a celebrity when enjoying the company of their fellow dead?
Is this what you wanted Saint Cobain?
Is this what you sought,Good Garcia?
And you,Miles?
Did Ornette,John,and you decide this is what "cool" and "free" is?
Was this what you saw on you journey,adored Kerouac,Buddha of the American Blues?
And what of you,Mentor Ginsberg,true seer of the nature around us?
Was this on the itinerary sweet Norma Jean?
Does it feel great to be known,Precious Tate?

Is it any wonder Roman Polanskit became an insane pedophile when you kill the ones that love you the most
And sleeper out your childern?

Hairless cunts in your porno flicks reflect what Roman knew all along
We're all pedophiles
It is only a matter of rather or not we lot our conscience get in the way of our carnal desires
Do we take out clean cunts with 27 year old breast
Or do we f**k the ass and thingy and suckle the balls of youth
While you sit back and decide rather or not the show is good enough to make a movie about

You are a cancer to the young girls of America
You with your Paris Hilton and heroin chic and eating disorders
You with your syphillis and anal warts and HIV
You with your teenage whores smothering the producers' baby batter over their young breats just to get a bit part in the background

You are a land where Christ is found in who plays the new Batman
And Satan is the man that thinks for himself

You do not make art
Instead your writers are like factory line workers
Rewarded with mediocrity to produce hackneyed trite
Your producers do nothing but make horse nuts
And force-feed us the undigested corn kernels
Your directors lack vision,so think us blind as well

Your streets were once paved with the gold of 25 million dreams
Now they are leaden monstrosities
Pointing the way to a "walk of fame" that lost it's meaning many moons ago
A once-great symbol of class,now reduced to a roadmap of the billion genitals you cram down our throats daily,expecting us to shout like eager Vietnamese whores "F**k me,soldier boy,f**k me!"

I reject your notion of beauty!
I refuse to throw up a perfectly good grease burger for you
I refuse your fad diets
I only work out when it suits me
Since I now have work and school and I'm not attached to anyone,guess what
IT DOESN'T f**k**g SUIT ME!
I refuse to pay ridiculously large sums of my hard earned cash on pieces of cloth meant only so I don't die of exposure and to give my balls some privacy,when Wal-Mart has them at half price!
I refuse to have smooth skin
My pimples are unique
This one here is Moe
I much prefere my pasty complexion to your "exotic" one,and I like a natural brown and red tan to your seven shades of orange
Yes I have a collick!
No,I will not fix it!
No,I will not use your overpriced gel!
No,I will not get that male manicure!
I'm not a straight man trying to act like a f*g,that's why you stupid female dog!
And for the last m*th*rf**k**g time,I don't want my teeth to look like a bleached skeleton!

You do not define "cool" to me
I know cool
Individuality is cool
Jazz is cool
Noise is cool
Comic books are cool(although your movies based on them suck more thingy than Carson Kresley in a San Fran gay pride parade)
Takashi Miike is cool
YOU ARE NOT COOL!

I won't allow you to ravage my country anymore
In my dreams I bludgeon your "musicians"
I eviscerate your producers
I vivisect your directors
I take a shotgun to your writers
And I hang your actors by their intestines
And I wake up with a smile

You are a dying very *friendly* person
A shell of a once-great deity
Your followers abandon you
Just like all gods before
Because they finally see the lies you sell
In response you belittle them
You call them off like a plague out to destroy you
Instead it is you that is killing yourself
No one is pirating out your legacy and your seed,for you grew impotent and infertile ages ago
And now we can add incontinent to the list
For you are just shitting away your last days into a colostomy bag of tedium

Soon you shall be no more
Soon I shall be at your wake,mourning the greatness you once were
And at your funeral after the eulogy is spoken and the threnody recited
I SHALL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE!

[michealdark]

Did I ever tell you I hate editing filters?

[robin]

michealdark said:

Did I ever tell you I hate editing filters?

Have I ever told you this is a forum for a kids' show....and to just get the f**k over it??

Oh and nice poem too.

[michealdark]

robin said:

michealdark said:

Did I ever tell you I hate editing filters?

Have I ever told you this is a forum for a kids' show....and to just get the f**k over it??

Oh and nice poem too.

Thanks,and no need to get defensive over it. I know why you have the filters in place. The comment was made in jest.

[robin]

Kneel before ZOD!!!! ...okay umm...


I'm Slade....I don't need to be nice


Bua haha Where'd ya get that poem?

[michealdark]

My mind,after reading a crap load of Allen Ginsberg,or as I call him Mentor Ginsberg. Becasue he is my mentor. He's the reason I want to be a beatnik

[byronlogan]

i feel the same way about keoruak or how ever you spell his last name

[michealdark]

They both talk up Neal Cassady like mad,but I can't find Cassady's stuff. Anyways,Kerouac is up there too as a poet. Pomes All Sizes,Mexico City Blues,and Book of Blues are three of the best poetry books ever written.

[byronlogan]

yeah i read on the road and it's really symbolic but i enjoy blake a bit more as well as poe

[michealdark]

Poe's the best. I mean that. THE best

[byronlogan]

my shot at poetry it doesn't rhyme

the long way home

i walk the many streets, on a dusty day,
i hear the movements as people sew the seed they sew
but i hold my anger, and walk alone,
i take the long way home

i see a man mumble incoherent things
or whistle a song he sang
as i think do true angels come with wings,
i sit and ponder

are we angel and devil
rolled in to one,
do we have the ability to be a eagle
and fly into the sun.

all these things are wishful thinking
i muttered as i continue on my way
i then thought a bit to what she said
and am i really at fault.

I walk past the bridge that i kissed her once,
are love was pure but now,
hell i say no yell i curse the water that took her from me,
but that was a few weeks ago
i need to get over it.

We have a kid who yells at me,
but i think again alas wishful thinking
if i had only been there earlier
i would have apologize

she's gone i need to get to that point,
as i bid my humble abode
i walk this road a simple stroll
as i take the long way home.

[michealdark]

Really good. I like it

[michealdark]

Hate To See Ya Go

When I got up this morning
Knew things would go wrong
When I got up this morning
I said I knew things would go wrong
But I had no idea
That my babe would be long gone

I want to fall to sleep
Look for her in my bed
I want to fall to sleep
Said I look for her in my head
But I can't close my eyes
Because out love is dead
(well yeah,yeah,you know,you know,she done left my heart dead)

(Solo)

I stare at the ceiling
Laying alone
I stare at my ceiling
Laying all alone
I'm afraid of dreaming
This ain't no happy home

Oh now listen honey
I miss ya so
Oh now listen honey
You really oughtta know
That I meant no wrong
I hate to see ya have to go