tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37800102011-09-01T21:23:01.534-06:00JPnoreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-34327863738411550052011-01-21T14:56:00.000-07:002011-01-21T14:57:05.083-07:00<p>Wine stained<br> I glance <br> At your paper pale skin</p> <p>You grin<br> Knowing<br> The color in my heart</p> <p>Standing alone <br> The most beautiful girl<br> In<br> The room<br> Finds you<br> Anticipating</p> <p>Waiting to know<br> Who<br> You<br> Are</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-3432786373841155005?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-44394572048893829132009-07-19T17:30:00.001-06:002009-07-19T18:56:13.574-06:00lost at sea<br> i would wreck myself on your body<br>I would fuck you like there&#39;s no tomorrow<br>I would take my time<br>lingering at your shoulders<br>in the nape of your neck<br>above the cleft of your ass<br>holding your lips in mine<br>tasting you<br>hands on your hips<br>inside you<br>slow<br>laying between your breasts<br>flesh on flesh<br>lord help me, you have seduced me<br>i am seduced<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-4439457204889382913?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-49865151018698868992008-09-04T22:12:00.002-06:002008-09-04T22:18:37.837-06:00i'm watching you<br /><br />clock<br /><br />you bastard<br /><br />i know your moves<br /><br />i see your tricks<br /><br />i understand<br /><br />that you'll win<br /><br />in the end<br /><br />my end<br /><br />that doesn't mean<br /><br />you won't get a fight <br /><br />i'm not dead yet<br /><br />you bastard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-4986515101869886899?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1137008109391233662006-01-10T20:00:00.000-07:002006-01-11T12:35:09.396-07:00this is new<br /><br />this wanting<br /><br />and<br /><br />not wanting<br /><br /><br />i look at her<br /><br />the tight curves<br /><br />the devil<br /><br />may care<br /><br />attitude<br /><br />i am charmed<br /><br /><br />i cannot<br /><br />willnot<br /><br />have her<br /><br />too much trouble<br /><br />too much drama<br /><br />too much cost<br /><br />too little value<br /><br /><br />have my synapses finally<br /><br />won the war<br /><br />against my hormones<br /><br /><br />what a fool i must be<br /><br />to think<br /><br />that she would want<br /><br />old tired ass me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-113700810939123366?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1129764595945909132005-10-19T17:29:00.000-06:002005-10-19T17:29:55.966-06:00used to be<br /><br />being alone<br />wake up<br />just me and<br />the words<br />put em down<br /><br />now<br /><br />the voice<br />the what to do<br />the phone<br />the conversations<br /><br />missing quiet<br />missing silence<br />missing<br />alone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-112976459594590913?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1104341193040262872004-12-29T10:19:00.000-07:002004-12-29T10:26:33.040-07:00this american disease <br />this drug of cool <br /> <br />remixed <br />edited <br />processed <br />mashed up <br /> <br />removed from <br />all human feeling <br /> <br />it washes over <br />you makes you <br />numb as it <br />is supposed to <br /> <br />isn't that <br />why <br />it's called cool <br /> <br />affectless <br />inscrutable <br />modulated <br />smooth <br /> <br />give <br />your passion <br />feel <br />your confusion <br /> <br />life <br />stumbling blind <br />toward <br />an unerasable end <br /> <br />needs <br />what moves <br />you <br />makes you <br /> <br />rise <br />and dive <br />along the <br />rails <br /> <br />ride <br />this fucker <br />with clear <br />eyes <br />open mind <br /> <br />always <br />let your <br />heart <br />show the way<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-110434119304026287?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1102298084981672362004-12-05T18:51:00.000-07:002004-12-05T19:13:33.533-07:00this <br />this thing <br />what is it? <br /> <br />what is it <br />making me <br />context every woman <br />I see <br /> <br />Would I fuck her? <br /> <br />every <br />woman <br /> <br />and when <br />oh when <br />will I be <br />free <br />from this beast <br /> <br />slave <br />no more <br />to the need <br />to fill <br />a hole<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-110229808498167236?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1102226822643569932004-12-04T23:03:00.000-07:002004-12-04T23:08:03.626-07:00this space <br />unused <br />due to a severe <br />shortage of privacy <br />and quiet time <br /> <br />come again <br />soon <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-110222682264356993?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1085188256916148142004-05-21T19:05:00.000-06:002004-05-21T19:10:56.916-06:00A hard truth <br /> <br />no matter <br /> <br />how kind <br />polite <br />generous <br />there will always <br />be <br />people who see <br />me as <br />an asshole <br /> <br />so be it <br /> <br />but if <br />they took the <br />time <br />to know <br />rather than <br />assume <br />who and why <br />I am <br />they could discover <br /> <br />an altogether different <br /> <br />truth <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-108518825691614814?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1084861482089367872004-05-18T00:14:00.000-06:002004-05-18T00:24:42.090-06:00Don't act like you don't know what this is <br /> <br />Don't look at me like you don't know what I am <br /> <br />Pussy recognizes a tongue that knows what it's doing <br /> <br />Pussy recognizes fingers that know where they're going <br /> <br />Pussy recognizes a cock with strength and respect <br /> <br />Don't act like you don't know <br /> <br />Don't pretend <br /> <br />Recognize <br /> <br />Because I sure as hell recognize you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-108486148208936787?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1066926006105159562003-10-23T10:20:00.000-06:002003-10-23T10:20:59.583-06:00Lucifer's Argument <br /> <br />Hate? <br />Destruction? <br />Those are yours <br /> <br />I am Choice <br /> <br />Faith <br />Knowledge <br /> <br />You make your world <br />Your gifts <br />God given <br /> <br />You chose <br />Monkey or Man <br />Which brain <br /> <br />Both human <br /> <br />Able to ask <br />Why forbidden?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-106692600610515956?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1063049294114578922003-09-08T13:28:00.000-06:002003-09-08T13:28:14.080-06:00this next rant is brought to you by... <br /> <br />VODKA!!! There's no such thing as too much. <br /> <br />I call Bullshit <br /> <br />I call Bullshit on... <br /> <br />wearing sunglasses in bars <br /> <br />being embarrassed by people who have opinions <br /> <br />not doing the work <br /> <br />trucker caps <br /> <br />refusing to adapt <br /> <br />refusing to say "I don't know" <br /> <br />refusing to speak up <br /> <br />glitter <br /> <br />faking anything <br /> <br />getting pimped <br /> <br />shouting at your cell phone <br /> <br />this overpriced, watered down drink <br /> <br />aping celebrity <br /> <br />thug life <br /> <br />fear <br /> <br />violence in the name of peace <br /> <br />beige <br /> <br />bad sex <br /> <br />bad kissing <br /> <br />accepting companionship in lieu of passion <br /> <br />disrespect <br /> <br />immaturity <br /> <br />action movies over 90 minutes <br /> <br />living to make other people happy <br /> <br />empty heads <br /> <br />empty hearts <br /> <br />empty souls <br /> <br />the culture of cool <br /> <br />chaos queens <br /> <br />dissing sincerity <br /> <br />and anyone who won't call Bullshit on me for acting like a cranky old man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-106304929411457892?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1061923283004449542003-08-26T12:41:00.000-06:002003-08-26T12:41:22.910-06:00i rise <br />inside hungry <br />filling me <br /> <br />in the air <br />desirescent <br /> <br />flesh <br />missing but <br />soon <br />at hand <br /> <br />and <br />your naked ache <br />will know <br />no <br />mercy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-106192328300444954?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1061337700392729462003-08-19T18:01:00.000-06:002003-08-21T21:15:11.150-06:00i am a drowning man <br />not swallowing water <br />but the shit <br />of the women <br />who sit <br />like stones <br />in my pockets <br /> <br />i want to float <br /> <br />feel the sun <br />warm my skin <br /> <br />the water <br />caress my face <br /> <br />the weight <br />of one stone <br />against my thigh <br /> <br />lifting me up <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-106133770039272946?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-1056684937627590102003-06-26T21:35:00.000-06:002003-06-26T21:35:37.646-06:00at rest <br /> <br />wrapped around me <br /> <br />hands in your hair <br /> <br />the perfect fit <br /> <br />your hips <br /> <br />my palm <br /> <br />the smell of you <br /> <br />in my nose <br /> <br />on my fingers <br /> <br />over my tongue <br /> <br />the curve <br /> <br />of your back <br /> <br />gentle breaths <br /> <br />and your sighs <br /> <br />in my ears <br /> <br />your tongue <br /> <br />my toes <br /> <br />the desire you <br /> <br />fuel in me <br /> <br />a fire <br /> <br />that <br /> <br />feels like home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-105668493762759010?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-945065912003-05-17T12:27:00.000-06:002003-05-17T12:27:00.720-06:00my god <br />its amazing <br />a woman can walk in <br />and devastate <br />a room <br /> <br />hair <br />lips <br />skin <br /> <br />damn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-94506591?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-913193622003-03-24T19:49:00.000-07:002003-04-05T12:05:57.000-07:00head, heart, or cock <br />which one do you <br />want first, last <br />whenever time <br />and again <br />this is all <br />I'm asked for <br />one <br />the other <br /> <br />do me <br />a favor when <br />you're done <br />sport fucking <br />working father issues <br />learning love's vulnerability <br /> <br />come <br />see me <br />we could have <br />something true <br /> <br />just <br />don't waste <br />my love <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-91319362?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-903741212003-03-08T16:18:00.000-07:002003-05-17T12:30:40.000-06:00the billboard reads <br />america is dead <br />and it feels like the truth <br /> <br />on foot again <br />feels good <br /> <br />not like l.a. <br />always comfortable <br />behind the wheel <br /> <br />back to the war <br />not the one in the desert <br />fought by drone rockets <br />and invisible bombers <br /> <br />my personal war <br />for a small piece of the street <br /> <br />ITS CALLED A CROSSWALK <br /> <br />for walking <br />not stopping <br /> <br />IT'S CALLED A STOP LINE <br /> <br />where your car <br />is supposed <br /> <br /> <br />wait <br /> <br />you clueless heartless cruel bitch <br />a homeless man handing you a card telling you he's a deaf/mute and asks for a small piece of your generosity <br /> <br />he's not selling you anything <br /> <br />unless of course <br />you charge for compassion <br /> <br />i suppose not <br />you don't have any <br /> <br />your fucking yuppie <br />comfortable fat ass <br />wrapped up warm and tight <br /> <br />below zero temps <br />like your fucking cunt <br /> <br />fuck fuck fuck <br />die <br />selfish materialistic whore <br /> <br />don't find yourself sleeping on a sidewalk <br />you might need help from someone like you <br /> <br />this world looks like shit because people exactly like you. <br /> <br />and me <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-90374121?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-818470062002-09-19T18:32:00.000-06:002003-03-28T21:02:24.000-07:00to the young lovers embracing on the corner: that's my love, fill your cup. <br /> <br />to the sneering blonde in the cab: that's my contempt, swallow it down. <br /> <br />to the perfumed suburban mothers and daughters at the train station: that's my contentment, have a sip. <br /> <br />to the homeless man begging on the sidewalk: that's my despair, take a swig. <br /> <br />to the woman smoking at the end of the bar: that's my lonlieness, knock it back. <br /> <br />to the musician banging out a beat on the subway platform: that's my passion, have a drink.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-81847006?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3780010.post-815698782002-09-13T15:20:00.000-06:002002-09-13T15:20:17.426-06:00The city was giving off it's old magic again. The streets still wet from afternoon rains, thunderheads hanging above. All the while, the sun seems suspended between the gap of earth and sky. She was doing this because he is planning to leave. He wanted to believe this. He wanted to believe She would miss him, would not be the same without him. But he knew better. Just another September evening.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3780010-81569878?l=cognitivediss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JPnoreply@blogger.com