Archive for May, 2011


May 29, 2011

Confidence hasn’t aided me yet, so will it ever?

When I was constructed of self-doubt more people took a liking to me

They envied my edge, comparing me to Salinger and Bukowski

Just like they still weep for Cobain while thousands of today’s live talents remain small and unsigned

Now they have nothing to compare me to, so they politely nod and misunderstand


And confidence so quickly disintegrates into arrogance

Soon I’ll be reminding them all that I’m the Ubermensch

And that they’re the Last Men

I got a D+ in Nietzsche, so, really, what do I know?

For the time being, I am not a slave to arrogance

So I must nurture my confidence

And start to aid it myself.



May 24, 2011

I wish more of us would try to behave in original ways

I’m not saying that they should break any laws

I just believe that we all have the potential to be ourselves, and that is beautiful

And yet we keep on listening to Top 40 music

And yet we keep on updating our wardrobes every couple months

You claim that Lady Gaga is an insurgent

But would you even dare to hear Skip Spence, The Fugs, or the Wesley Willis Fiasco

Punk had to be sugarcoated in order for you to rebel

The time has arrived for me to inject the revolution’s blueprints into my generation

The blueprints will be on my computer desk in my apartment tonight.

An Unrequited Love for Life

May 1, 2011

For years I’ve been standing first in line at life’s customer service desk

And I can’t help but think that she is a gorgeous specimen

Her mountains are long ebony locks I desire to climb

But not just to the top

I want to experience every crevice that beautiful life has to offer

But I see that her eyes are on a man behind me

Who doesn’t even know her as well as I do

And I know that life will never love me the way I have grown to love her.

Love is Overrated?

May 1, 2011

When I was thirteen years old, a classmate told me that love was overrated

Three or four years later, he starting going on dates

But I can’t really tell you if he left those views behind

Now the jigsaw puzzle has been completed

And it turned out that I was just an extra piece

From some alien puzzle, accidentally thrown into the mix

It’s been some time since one of them has told me that love is overrated

Then again, it’s impossible for any of them to speak

Because their mouths are chronically connected, so that the only thing coming out of their lips is love

But if any given one of them had the chance to speak his mind at the top of his lungs

He still wouldn’t be telling me that love is overrated.


May 1, 2011

Some people work their whole lives just to taste a drop of knowledge

And others, born with beer bellies of esoteric facts, stagger through streets laden with the oblivious, looking for a bridge to jump off of

Wishing to land in some harmless haven, where knowledge truly is power

Where people really want to learn what you know how to teach them

And where nobody is too petty to lend a blank ear.