The Good Reverand Dirtbag Speaks!

[Flaming_Rat]

Anyone who remembers my shit form the old site may notice a shift towards a more relaxed and less manic energy in the peices.
In short: my work is more boring than ever.

"Celeste"

This heart is never still
but restless as the sun's eternal flame
restless as the fire which keeps it beating
...and burning

Burning an eternally lit flame, spreading itself out past the brink
brimming over with an openness tantamount to destruction
and tantamount, of course, to self destruction
but let's not mention that for now

For now, let's focus on the topic at hand:

Hands once held casually now keep their distance, remembering
an exchange was made between us
items changing hands, cells and atoms changing sides
it's crucial to remember,
the bond made at this exchange was more than a genetic imperitive...
unfortunately
gather your strength now, child

Child of sleep, child of the heart, child of your mother's lie
we both know it stings, but let's try to forget that
just for a moment,
let's remember what life taught us about love

Love is fifteen or so minutes of croaking bedsprings
an hour maybe...
maybe not

Not that it's important, but you are completely unimportant
let's just leave it at that.

[Flaming_Rat]

"Far From Shore"

The movement of the currents keeps us moving
flashlights reflecting off of still sails, and a moon to die for light the way
tonight we'll let chance decide
tonight everything is perfect
everything always was perfect
and everything always will be perfect

Everyone, of course, is a different story...

Time moves visibly tonight
the wind has a reflection, gleaming on the surface of the waves
a gull sleeps, floating on the water
and the sounds of our friends, piss drunk on the shore is our music
a melody I've always loved

A bottle of whiskey, a smoking pipe and a needle...
tonight everything is perfect

A shared moan that carries across the waves...
everything always was perfect

No one will ever take this away...
and everything will always be perfect.

[Markme]

ive only read your first poem so far, but i like it..
to me it tells the story of some one with a broken heart, who has been burned by the fire of love.

[Kerree]

These are really beautiful, I especially like the first one. It just seems to me like there's so much more meaning behind it than anyone could think.
I love the wording you chose, it really flows.

[Flaming_Rat]

Someone told me that we'd find it in our hearts to destroy
the things that kept us hanging here
they told me that with time we'd realize where we've been all this time
that our souls had become the trees that our bodies now hang from
that we had let our own house become our gallows

How quaint a notion

Yesterday I was inclined to believe the things you said today
but I've grown since then
and in growing I have shrunk
down
down
down
to your level, a place where I can see from your perspective
and where I can see from behind your eyes...
from within your mind...
how does it feel to have to remember every lie you've ever told?

I don't have that much to remember
I don't have that burden
that heavy load of the years that reeks of phosphorous, sulphur, and that marginally tracable hint of sarcasm

Theres a place for you and your kind, and I've heard it reffered to as a million different things
Hsing Hsing
Heaven
Babylon
Titan
Chrono
Copley
Purgatory
and everything between Timid and Timbuktoo

I call it Location X
and it smells like piss and vinegar

[Flaming_Rat]

Once more with self esteem
one more time for the masses
rejected mechanics, defective product recall
effective immediately

The locust has malfunctioned
raze the flag, release the dogs

Words are worthless without equivalent audio wave frequencies

I am computer

[Flaming_Rat]

The last words of any meaning part 1.

I

[Flaming_Rat]

So forcefully you push away all the things that bring you joy

So inconveniently placed are the scars you try so very hard to hide

So well thought out are all your bad mistakes

How much longer must we keep up this facade?

[Flaming_Rat]

The last words of any meaning part 2.

Can't

[Flaming_Rat]

Every time I try to put this down, it comes back at me...it's not an addiction, it's fucking karma!

The itch is back again
that prying little voice in the back of my mind
that agony induced sigh of relief
that pretty little flicker in the corner of my eye that screams for it's own destruction
that bitch

Hopeful memories, that I hope are mine flow through me
as I lie in a would-be coma
lit cigarette, burning down to the filter, clutched in my hand
my mind is the ash tray
and if I could find a suitable metaphor, we'd have some fucking amazing ashes
wouldnt we?
ashes that scream from the very depths of eternity
and dance their maddening dance in the wind
and all the wind wants is to get rid of those fucking little peices of shit as fast as it fucking can

Goddamn
and God be damned
theres a million fucking churches in this shithole and not one of them prays to the real God
and by the real God, I of course mean something that isn't a God at all
but it starts with a "g" and thats fucking good enough

Gratification
gratification
gratification

What the fuck happened to gratification?
no one wants it anymore, and its the one thing everyone fucking needs
fuck Jesus
no one needs any of that bullshit
a man who died because he pissed a bunch of people off
thats not a savior
Hitler died for the same goddamned reason
fuck Jesus
fuck Hitler
fuck painkillers
fuck breathing
fuck all your bullshit
fuck you
FUCK YOU!!!

And since we're on that tentative subject of fucking
heres a novel idea:
stop ass-fucking yourself with a six stainless metaphorical fuck-steel inch razor
stop fucking yourself over with your faux-intellectual bullshit
stop fucking speaking
stop fucking moving
stop fucking breathing
now fucking go give a gun a blowjob
and tell Jesus I said "fuck you"

[Flaming_Rat]

The last words of any meaning part 3.

Breathe.

[Betsybug0]

"The Subtle Art of Hammer and Nail" is the best one. I like your pissed off stuff over your vague feelings of hope.

[Flaming_Rat]

Generally, I do too. But if I were to try to write pissed off to satisfy some kind of creative standard then I'd just end up parodying myself.
So instead of hitting my head against a wall repeatedly to get in the proper mindframe to write what I'd like to be written, I've started attempting to explore some Dada anti-art concepts.
And by exploring Dada, I am effectively destroying the concept of Dada.
Thats what makes Dada so fucking awesome.
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[Flaming_Rat]

The fire in my mind
it's the same fire we used to burn down the altars to hope
so painstakingly built, so perfectly fashioned and fathomed
they were beautiful
now they're perfect...

Like a pornographized para-militant skin dive
we spread the collective cheeks of peace and goodwill
grit our teeth and drive society's finest ideals to tears
tears and blood
and even Dali would avert his eyes

You don't say half as much with a gun down your throat

Pull the stitches from your eyes
and use them to sew your mouth shut
rise up and reveal yourself
horror-stricken naked and bleeding
at least you're not screaming

Your failure to adapt is sickening
your inability to fight back is an object of scorn
your fear and cowering is worthy only of loathing
go back to your hole and wither away

[Betsybug0]

Dada is so pointless.

OMFG~! How ironic.