I always enjoy the creative humour of Watsky! Check out his new poem, “Nothing Like The First Time” This poem holds to Watsky’s witty style. Check out his other videos too!

Watch this entire video!! This is George Watsky, an incredibly talents poet. I recently was shown his youtube and I love what he does. His style brings you humour ,pain, happiness, and whatever else we can feel. 

Take the time to check out his other videos. They will make you laugh, think,cry….

A united world is not unattainable

First we must wipe the oil from our eyes

Remember, not borders

but our brothers and sisters 

of different nations

Give water

Give Life

Instead of bombs and fear

Release the prisoners 

Stop being slaves to our desires

PICTURE BY MADIGAN @ OFSTORMS

PANDORA 

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I think I am going to just stick to keeping everything on this blog after all.

Besides.. since when do I follow any kind of structure?

Also all my other poetry is already on here.

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Kindness is a dying breed

Sometime, we all give into greed

No one gives a damn about health

Let’s see who wins the race to wealth

Thrown out the window, morality

In order to obtain immortality

The Planet is crying

For the children who must draw guns

Still we tell them “Go in for the kill”

They’re only here for awhile

..

The Planet is crying

For the children who lose their dignity

We will steal it till they’re broken

They don’t need it anways

They’re only here for awhile

…

The Planet is crying

For the children in the factories

They don’t have to learn

They’re ony here for awhile

…

The Planet is crying

For the children who starve

No need to feed to them

They’re only here for awhile

This Poem is about the picture and hopes for peace in the World. Ivy of Baconinabox photography took the picture. Click on it for her facebook group.

Keeper of Time

She is older than the Universe

Yet her beauty is timeless

Mother Time watches the Earth

As the Wind whispers to her

Cries of pain from our hurting Planet

Humans have enslaved her

For now she cannot stop Greed

Chaos, bombs, oil

Beyond her control

They must fix it themselves

Mother time speaks to the Ocean

Who will soon unleash his rage

Power hungry war mongers fight for the Sun

Her warm rays - burning away

Mother Time watches from her Garden cell

Singing to those who grasp

the concept of Peace

I had a dream about this man! I am going to be working on a short story that I will post near Halloween. Here is the poem for now.

Wishing Man! Wishing Man!

He has returned to Earth

Better plan ahead

Tomorrow you’ll be dead

He was born in a wishing well

Wishing well made in Hell

….

Make a wish! Make a wish!

Better make it right

Today you lose your light

Wishing Man demands his toll

The toll, the toll - it is your soul

….

You may not! You may not!

Wish to stay alive

He knows your needs are dire

Still , you - you must perspire

Now you’re an empty shell

Hope you enjoy your time in Hell

Scared yet?

NIGHT ONE

I grasped your face-

focusing on the Dreamland

Thrust into the unknown

Sun shining

We are playing in the Sands of Time- never ending for us

Later - We lay in the grass

A wonderful array of coluors and textures

We have never seen or felt

Our minds unite

             We are Happy

NIGHT 5

In  Dreamland

We meet again

You seem so strange tonight….

We’re watching Stars  align - Still wonderful

Colours - BUT

an Erie mixture of ominous stars whirl within.

“Is something wrong” I ask

You just smile - as do I

But

             we’re falling towards apathy

NIGHT TEN

Sands of Time - seem to moving quickly

Grab your hand - I’m scared

Grotesque creatures roam the Earth and Sky

You’re shaking - Crying

Oceans are angry - Waves thrashing

What has happened in the caverns of your mind?

I don’t feel your hand anymore

Staring at me as if I’m a stranger - Then grab me as if to never let go

“I’m losing myself” you whisper

I think to myself - we are losing each other.

NIGHT 12

Only darkness—

Small candle for light

On top of a tower…Never ending stairs

Spiral after Spiral

I descend - Quickly

Grunts and Screams of unknown creatures

Echo through the walls

Finally - You’re in sight!

I draw near - you pull away - gasping in fear

“Don’t you know me?”

You scream at me to stay away

Creatures pull you into the walls

        I am alone

So Veela put a snippet on her Myspace. You can hear it for a few days only so check it out!

It got me thinking about dreams and wanting to jump into a dream. Here is what I cam up with!