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blog post La Poema Disgracia
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Dec 12, 2007 at 4:44 PM
Current mood: emo
I hate the world we all live in
I hate the blood beneath my skin
I hate the way my fingers bend
I hate this post that I must send
I hate the shy existence of truth
I hate the cavity in my tooth
I hate your worries
I hate loud cries
I hate that incandescent light

I hate standing behind this line
I hate long words I can't define
I hate red flowers
I hate tomatoes in my salad
I hate the blood beneath your skin and
I hate January wind
I hate the worms inside my belly
I hate the worms inside of yours
I hate to see caskets
I hate smelling formaldahyde and prunes

I hate living a phony life
I hate praying to God in psalms
I hate Furry Eyefuls
I hate you McDonald's
I hate you Ms. Gellin
I hate dripping faucets and
I hate July
I hate the warrior Achilles
I hate Cocaine and Shiraz
I hate how cigarettes lead to lung cancer, emphysema and other respiratory conditions
I hate this rediculous poem and
I hate how I can never remember to forget to love her anymore

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blog post Where Go The Boats by Robert Louis Stevenson
Posted in Childhood Poetry on Sep 05, 2007 at 4:43 PM
Current mood: Memories
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.


blog post Gaia
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 31, 2007 at 3:18 AM
Current mood: hopeless
Hungry For Truth
And Addicted To Power
Resources Drained and it's OK
The Planet Recycles Itself Somehow
We Have In Our Grip
The Fate of the Next In Line To Take Our Place
What Kind of World Would That Be?

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blog post Merely An Impression
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 16, 2007 at 5:53 PM
Current mood: inspired by a painting
She ran across a field of some tall gray grass
One late afternoon on a quiet Belgian plain
The clouds were thick and still
The pines were bearing children
And the doves can crawl again

From the mid-sloped hill behind her
The wooden crosses all stood out
Skins from distant drums were beating loudly
While chants and cheers echoed on
She fainted upwards in disgust
What has he ever done wrong?

From afar the hounds barked softly
She was awoken by the blowing wind
Whispering to her loneliness
Aiding her departure
Providing an invisible caress
She knelt and prayed in the darkness

All this
Because he touched her face
All this
Because she denied him an evening embrace
So he let the green demons unfold
Now
She's all alone

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blog post Red Pen Diaries Three: A Moment Before The Gunshot
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 06, 2007 at 2:27 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
Has the wind
Swept away your eyes?
You used to see the future
You used to be so wise
So elegant your posture
Sweeping aside
The hands of time
Has the wind
Finally lift you upwards
Wait
I can't believe
You're gone

And I laughed hard
To see
A miserable me
And I hardly cried
When I remember you
A cursed evening pearl

I always bleed
When I see you
In the morning
Smoke this pipeweed
Uhum
Forget what I just said

Because if I had the guts
I'd ask you soon
To marry me
Lost woman
I'm not a coward and
You betrayed me
...

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blog post Red Pen Diaries Two: The Drive Home
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 06, 2007 at 2:07 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
What I always wanted
I could never have
Always holding on to a moment that
Remains so sterile

The wait has ended
But the road still
Follows the same path
Will I die
Just waiting
Will I ever
Feel your wrath

Though it breaks them in half
With this little knowledge that
You're certain
This War & Peace we play
Cannot refrain my head from spinning

So off a bridge
I threw you out
Like a cigarette butt
Blowing in the wind
I notice
Dryness on my lips
There's fifteen minutes left
Before tonight's
Lunar eclipse
I pray to Allah
You would quickly change your mind
Only time and care
And my finesse is what I have
By my side

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blog post Red Pen Diaries One: The Crawling of the Hours
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 06, 2007 at 1:54 AM
Current mood: psychobabble
Day gone backwards
Work on rewind
Corpses walked
And daisies talked
Of politics defined

Sugar cane refineries
Yankees in the farm
Stolen heads
For healthy crops
The freshest fertilizers

Cecil B. DeMile
Famous storyteller
But wasn't she a singer
Or a He
Oh WTF?

Tomorrow morning
In fast forward
Instant replay
Not again
Nothing quite matters
Not anymore
Crush fragile marked boxes
Drag white wedding gowns
On on the ground

Getting it dirty
Getting all dirty
Waiting for the day after at last
Work in slow motion
The Crawling of the hours

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blog post Je Suis Moi
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 05, 2007 at 4:28 AM
Current mood: Delirious
If I could fly
I would take you everywhere I go
Let you learn the things I know
And I
Will try
To open your eyes to the world
And as we soar your hand I'll hold

So you'd feel safe
Underneath my wings
And when we get higher
You will know just what tomorrow brings

But I'm
Only I
And I don't have the wings
To take you to a place
Where we could sing so proud
Until our voices
Dries up along the way
This dream I promise you one day

If I could sit
Atop a mountain
When the morning comes
I'd like for you to be with me
To watch
The Sun
Break Free
From the hands of darkness through the night
And as we sit I'd hold you tight

So you'd feel safe
Being in my arms
And when she gets higher
You'll know just where my love is coming from

But I'm
Only I
And I don't have the wings
To take you through
And beneath these purple clouds
Where our voices
Fades out along the way
If only there was such a day

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blog post You Can't Always Have What Isn't Yours
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 05, 2007 at 4:06 AM
Current mood: Thief
My beautiful flower friend
Pretty for a week
Until a petal falls
More petals follow
Dying
In a vase full of faucet water

There she was
I saw her in her mother's garden
She stood out
Like a flower in the dunes

No curious eyes upon me
I gave my final glance around
When I was sure
I made my move
And plucked her from the ground

My beautiful flower friend
Wilted and dry
Died long before today
I stole her from the universe
My consequence to pay

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blog post Karen
Posted in MahTee's Poems on Aug 05, 2007 at 4:00 AM
Current mood: WTF?
I only have a little while longer
Before I have to go
May I joyfully join you for a cigarette
So my story can unfold

Whilst anticipating a debate I'll
Probably never win
But who would really care about that
When all it is about
Is to hear your raspy voice again

A fool
Is quite a fool
When all he's fooling
Is his spite
Sorry you don't qualify
Because I've had your kind for dinner
Before last night

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