Update On Life

This is sadly not a poem but more of me expressing where I have been lately. I have been trying to escape a little bit from the internet but as you can tell it doesn't help. Finals are over! Which is good, its nice to have a break for once, but now I will continue to look for a job which there are some high hopes. Yesterday I was stopped by the Missouri State University Police because I looked like a young Mid-thirty man who attacked a girl. To be honest if I knew what the guy looked like I would have beaten the shit out of him, which now I want to even more because I was stopped for no reason and treated with disrespect. Any who, this is just a quick update about stuff. AND it is now officially that me and my love are "engaged" We kept it a secret for a bit until a few days ago. Now I will leave you all a video about being human. For being human is being a poet.

Inevitable Truth

Visualization of pictures appear.

Electronic print blurs as your eyes 

Focus to the media that smear 

Upon your face as eyes strain. 

A halo of data ties

You down in what was a home.

Now a prison to hide the skies

That others see with disdain.

Placed in rooms of foam.

Cities stand dead, vapid and bleak.

Just like the ruins of Rome

Whom would even see us as mundane.

Your mind is about to break.

Genetic memories of natural creation

Motions your mouth to speak,

To scream as blood hits your veins.

Stand up in damnation

Of what you have succumbed!

Rise up and breath in elation.

Rest and let your eyes pertain

To what man has lost. 

Exposed

How naked I feel.

In front of the truth

Basking in its grandeur.

Finally able to heal.

Artist hakubaikou 

Expressing Sympathy for Hatred

My hatred wasting on pity lives.
Ranting and raving not my release
Nor my choice to express sympathy
For those who steal with knives
Pointing deep in your back.

Vehemence they spew deceit
With a fake smile before their attack.
If everything was zen then I have none.
While they bastardize and cheat
Whats left of honest souls who strive.

Their own hate shouldn't consume
Who I am, for they, the lost lack
Heart of achieving vivacity of the conscience.
In the eyes of this world I bloom.
Let hatred taint their souls to void.

No More

Feeling her tears fall to the floor.
My room floods with sorrow.
Every drip soaks deep in my skin.
Pray that all your troubles are no more.

Hearing her anguish through thin
Paper walls I collapse with convulsion.
Thoughts burning as I pray.
GOD, she has not committed any sin!

Barely breathing as my lungs weigh
Like stones that kids throw.
Opening the door letting the water rush
Away the hurt that held sway.

Running up to your crush
Soul to hold you away from pain.
To hear the gaps of your heart beat.
Bursting in I see you blush.

I see the water under your feet.
Closer I hug you tightly
Promising you will suffer no more.
Sleep and dream of sweet summer heat.

Misty Old Witch

Magpie Tales

















Misty Old Witch


In early November I went out to camp.
As I entered a old town in the hills
Rain had made everything damp.
Stopped for fuel as a old man gripped tight

Of my arm with true fright
In his eyes as he spoke
Of some witch that hid in light.
He said she lived up in old foothills.

I smiled for I was up for thrills.
Leaving town I headed where he pointed.
Though I could feel those chills
Running up the back of my spine.

Outside of my tent watching the fire shine.
Grinning over what that old man said.
Oh Witch! Come out have some wine!
I shout towards the forest full of fog.

Rolling the last dry log
Into the fire I heard a noise.
The air around me condensing like smog.
Struggling to breathe I pass out.

My body aches as I come about.
Seeing the morning twilight
Blended with the fog throughout.
I notice I'm sitting in a chair.

I ask myself where, where?
Where was I with all these chairs?
But I couldn't believe who was there.
That witch, staring at me with those eyes.

Shaking my head, is this my demise?
A slight smile curled upon those lips.
"You weren't you advised,
To not enter my home, my hill?"

I began to laugh till
The whole forest joined me.
I wish this witch nothing but goodwill
as I asked her if she still wanted wine?

Detective Case Number 1

I press my ear towards your chest

Hearing the absence of your heart.

Your sweet hair tangled in a bloody mess.

Death by asphyxiation of a rope.

No noose, but your wrist,

Indicate heavy bruises and a missing ring.

Bruises from you trying to resist.

Looking over the words grope

Tightly around your body in red.

"Fuck you P.S. Try me?"

A crime scene of dread.

Maybe I'll give you a glimmer of hope.

Witness tells me of a club

You frequent during the off hours.

Investigation some would rather snub.

Back and forth, questioning some dope.

Following a trail full of dead ends.

This is 1948 with only my intuition.

Following leads, cruising around bends

Finally I get a break, blood soaked rope.

At the apartment of Percy Shelly.

Kicking in the door, no one to find.

Looking around I spot the telly 

Still on and the tub full with soap.

Blood smears on the tiles.

Closer to ending the case.

Murder weapon in hand will bring smiles 

To the all as I narrow the case scope.

Though what disturbs me is the letter.

"Detective, you'll never find me.

The next one will even be better."

My partner looks at me, "What a sick dope."

Not waiting for another to die.

I rush to the window to see a fire ladder.

Little drops of blood seemly dry

Lead up to the roof, I feel hope.

Spotting this little trail

I see a man in anguish 

And in shock as begins to assail 

Right hook jab he falls to mope.

Handcuffed and cussing me.

I eye up low to him.

Feeling his sense to run and go free.

"Percy Shelly, I'm charging you for the murder of Hannah Short."

I have been playing this video game called L.A. Noire and it has been truly amazing! I've taken the time to read some heavy cold cases back in the 40's and 50's. It is impressive that most of these could be solved today with the level of technology but I miss the days where we had hard nose detectives that could or tried to solve cases by only having the investigative nature of finding the clues and locations to people. I hope you enjoyed this piece, because as the title says, it is my first "Detective poem" and that means more will come. Maybe even have a few cold cases myself? You never know.