Journal of Psychoactive Drugs

If your reading this fuck you
go outside!

Having said that, dig it,


Hope Is A Ship (Drew Brees For President)

Hope, at times for me
Is a once-great passenger ship
Breeched and sinking fast

This vessel is one that sees the Mississippi,
Floats on it for a brief period
But has no idea that it's being dominated
By the mighty, muddy beast

In these instances responsibility
Becomes government reports that are long,
Arduous and too thick to be stapled

Many people will die they say,
"200,000 people will be displaced."
This incites the mantra,
Home is where the water is not

The ship that was a home is made of steel
Neither black nor white
Its grey, so grey that it is without true color
It finds itself trapped in the womb of the dense, delta mud

The people;
The brave, the bold, the idiots, waiting for their ship to come
Sit on top of their roofs,
Now islands where they can soak up Indian Summer Sun
For the abandoned, perseverance is a suntan

THE WATER IS RISING PLEAS…

Words spray-painted white on black shingles
The rescuers, government, American people
Are suddenly illiterate

Federal law states:
Energy (money) cannot be created
Nor destroyed
But the ship is gone,
The people are in watery graves
The City is a large crescent with greedy bites taken out of it

6 years later the laws of the universe are disbanded
Ferrel dogs rule the day
And love is never having to say you care


Who Among the Argentinians

For now I am under a New Jersey Sky
Who among the Argentinians can say this isn't
a beautiful thing?

All things being equal, I am flat on my
back, legs straight, hands folded on my chest
which makes me little more than a
body at morgue

Yet this immortal sky
and the roof that I lay on
Is alive with other skies
and roofs and me and you
and roofs,
time and women
and music
That is… if everything is just so;

The stars are no longer fixed points
but glowing sperm against a backdrop of
soupy liquid
an unexplained transient black

When things go beyond description they become hallowed
One can see this in
Sleep, or the works of
Geoffrey Chaucer,
A Jersey Sky, or
You

FRAGILE: THIS END UP

Once again it has been longer than I would care to admit since I have posted. I have a few more of those phone number poems and a short story to share. First time I am posting fiction on here. I wrote it during class. I was bored to tears. Like it or fight me.



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I will tear down your walls as a temple
Might fall to its corner stone
But from that rock a new
For there
Are seeds to grow walls
of
trees, shade from the sun in the month
of May. And the corner stone, a
symbol of what was


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You are my friend now
You were mine
Before
I have a habit
Of
Acting like You don’t miss the taste
Of that first kiss

Are YOU Writing From the Heart?

It's been a long while but here's a bunch of stuff. Check it out the next time you feel bored at the office or just want to enjoy the cutting edge of literature as we know it. :0

^^^A sketch I did for my sis!

Thrush in a Storm

In the midst of a heavy snow
I saw a thrush amongst the dunes
With little cover and no where to go
The bird perched brave against his doom

Having said all that,
I am indomitable
Any road- block or set back
Proves to be nominal

In truth at times I have cowered
My face has fallen victim to ill grimace
And yet in this my final hour
I see it is not how you start but how you finish

For it is in the stars for me to battle
Though my soul may be worn
I will break free from mediocrity’s shackles
I am intrepid as a thrush in a storm

The Quandary of Einsteinium Physics

I do not know of WWI

Because I know not of drowning on land
But what hypocrisy it is to say I
Cannot speak on mustard gas
But I will design you a bomb
That kills for days if not
For always

Call that genius if you feel the need
To me it is the call to arms
Every man feels
It is the essential want to take to the sea
It is the secret urge to make
Another man bleed or change the way
He gets up in the morning

Untitled Two (Up and Down)

You interest me in the way
That death does,
In the way that strangers can,
In the way that complicated surgeries might

You perplex me deeply enough
That I write about you often,
That you break and build
Walls in my subconscious,
That you feel like a warm ghost in my arms

You demand my gaze that same way
A fine building will
Or an early-spring snow,
Or a doe in heat

You make me crave you
Like a steak,
Like spending money,
The way I crave attention

You bend me as
Light bends in an eclipse, subtle and yet undeniable,
I bend like the rules do
For the rich and bold

You call me to arms
Like revolution in the streets,
A revolution on the page,
A revolution through the speakers

You inspire me no less than a favorable sky to write
A new pair of shoes to walk
A great athletic feat to play

You fill a space like a home-made poster,
A sold out concert
A partner in crime riding shotgun

You have me searching for you
The way I search for
My mother,
My father,
My sister,
My brother,
Julian.


You have me
You have all
You have me in the way
That up always has down

What's the real scoop on BK?

My sporting pastime :D

Some phone number poems that a creative writing teacher had us do. The first i did about a week ago. the second i did a year ago. The third poem is one i did last spring. dig it. or don't.

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Won’t talk
For Two weeks or
More, so says etiquette
And what if I don’t see you in
Three weeks or four? That promise
You made, will you still
Remember it?

Write me a Pretty One M.R.

In the not too far off distance
I here the faint splashing of an indie song,
That reminds me of you ?

Maybe not of you,
But your gait
And if I want to reminisce about
Your demeanor I will twist
And gnarl and damage the song
To be who you were,

To me , it is as if
Whenever I think of the grand entrance
Of the natural history museum you are there
On the steps, in a deceitful black dress

And I weep like a wound infected
Half because you are heaven
An eighth because you are a day at the DMV
Or worse

I’m not alone
I have a partner for checkers
The computer
But I find that you can’t have a laugh
About how bad you are
With someone that much better than you

I’m now on loan
But what a strange feeling it is to own
Half of someone
Like when you take a lean
On a car,
Sure, the bank could take it back

But would they understand the eight-week-old,
Chulupa in the back seat?
Would anyone understand

Your tongue?
Or might they suck
The life out of it
Only to cut it out later

I recognize the song
And draw it closer to me
I have bent the sound to fit me,
To suit you,
Fake- deaf, I tune it out
Only to have my conk- shell –for- an- ear
Throw it back up in a fishy -mess

Then it laughs at me and says,
“Don’t be silly now, I’m your song forever.”

I can’t handle that
So I run away leaving my brain
Behind
My brain is on the ground bleeding
Saying, “Oh! How embarrassing to wear red after my birthday!”



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I can’t
Be like mountain of rock
I
Live like sand in wind. Like hands
On a clock. Ever dynamic
Pick
Me, cast me aside
Skipping stone

I need a shot of ambition

Poem one
A Poem For Nicholas Dogas


At night the leaves are a yellow phosphorescent
The sick, pale moon a waning crescent
This is the Hour of Witching
I glide on my 10 speed wishing...



Poem 2. I dare you to translate the title

يا اخي اين انت
السلام الذي يتجاوز ال
(Ha Bhai Kaha Hona Apa,
Shantih, Shantih, Shantih)


When it spilled on Jerusalem’s streets: Blood
As we march for our flag to the drummer’s beats: Blood

From a mother’s schism streams
From the hands of the laboring craftsmen it weeps: Blood

When the weak are cut down,
It is the healer into whose bandage it seeps: Blood

As it pours from Ali’s nose
When his face and punch meet: Blood

It is what we share
A sacred promise that I keep: Blood

I put it into all that I sow
And so it is in all that I reap: Blood

Love is blood
And so it will be Julian until we meet: Blood

What else can be said about Eric Cantona that has not Already Been Said?

Lesley's Tattoo
Proves True

Everyone’s so damn far
away
Everything is on steroids

And as all we know
Swells to sizes more
Than even god planed
They inevitably come in between us

The way a 70 inch TV splits a family apart
To opposite hemispheres of their “living”- room -world
“Can you hear me over there Brother? Sister?”
“Not listening.”
“Can’t see you.”

Electronic wedges that push us farther
And farther from our fathers

“Dad I just called because you never
answered my textual message
And email is too slow as you well know.”

“Come home son.” He concedes

“I lost my way home pop.”

“You’re right, I guess the 50’s are done and The Wonder Years
is long out of syndication.”

So I’m an alien on this phallic- like stretch of land.

Ponce de Leon would claim it for his peninsula as
A peninsula of eternal life
A greater man than I would label it “The happiest place on earth.”

But all I know is this:
This earthen penis might as well be an island off the coast of nowhere
Gainesville might as well be in Russia, rather
The Steppes of Asia Minor
And you most certainly are
An aberration from a softer night far ago

I guess I’ll see it all half full and live
In my State of Confusion
Located somewhere between the North and South Pole

Call it self pity, but no one but people like me understand
The concept of one million miles
Meet me halfway, someplace if you agree

Live in States of Unknown
So then you will
Always have a home

The Chimes Blew Just so You could Hear a Language They Hadn't Spoken For Years of Night

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^^^ the work of Pat Buck



like my good friend pat explores the limits and parameters of photo shop and his bothers leaping abilities, I want to explore poetry on here so I firgure I will post some different types of poetry I have created. Please feel free to comment in anyway. The first is a poem i just put together today I was a bit inspired by the word ethereal. hmmm. it went through alot of transformation and eventually i just decided to ryhm.


The Ethereal Life of Esther Steel
The ethereal life of Esther SteelBegan in the morning, with a morning meal
The day was turned upside-down upon slipping on a banana peal
Dr. Robert said, “Esther Steel, are you ok? How do you feel?”
She broke her brain, but for Dr. Robbie she was head-over- heels
“I’m sorry, I’m far too old for you Ms. Steel.”
But it was too late she had already given him her heart’s full zeal
And under cover of night with the devil she struck a deal
By hook or by crook their love would be real
So she sent him love letter signed and sealed
Then went to Dr, Robert’s for an evening meal
She drank a blush wine and ate Dr. Robert with side of veal.



The second is a poem i wrote for a girl who is an engeneering major. it was over the summer it was the first poem of it's kind and the first thing in genral i had written in quite a long time. it made me happy. i hope you like it. she claimed to.... though i haven't seen her since...


Civilly Mechanical
I feel you in the nuts and bolts of me
And if you want to be mechanical about it
You leave the very hinges of my soul undone
Come in
No one ever said a sweet word to me
Without a knife to my spine soon to follow
No one has woke the ghost of my motherI asked her, “Mother, can you see that light across Peck’s Beach, to the North?”
No one owns light
And it cannot be contained by any set of four walls or three
You see, if I wanted another piece of property
In the form of a pretty faceI’d have traded my mind again
For the spoils of another less-than-honorable war
And her name would be…What use be a name for that type of woman?
At this point in my life, what name could evoke anything?
Other than yours, the one that I want to sing
What’s a future without you?Not one I’d care to begin
I scaled a bridge the other dayWhat a lofty bridge it was,
Like something you might have dreamed up
Atop I saw a sun so bright,So piercing
I could not look away
To say it reminded me of you would be no truer
Than all those pretty faces,
You my dear are less harsh than that blistering orb
But to be sure,I wanted you next to me
all the while that I burned in the sun.