Surreal Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre appeared to me
In a dream
In the form of a Texan Oil Tycoon
Puffing on a fat cigar
He gave me this advice
As he lit his crop on fire
"Never trust the one
Who opens the door for you"

We sat inhaling the fumes
Of our own contemplation
And the burning papers
Which read "I am who am"

Philosophical Erotic Ponderings

If I tickle a nymph
Will it beget a Hercules?
Will the laughter of pure titillation
In the end turn to screams of agony?

If I eat an apple
Will my gender be to blame?
Will the inversion of values
Be only in name?

If I lick Parvati's navel
Will Ganesha's head fall in my lap
Will the linga in the yoni
Be but a trap?

Marisa Dream

Marisa cannot save the day
She is only a figment
Of a lustful, teenage dream
Do I wake to find myself
In a state of enlightenment
Or do I chase fool's gold?

I cannot covet
What's theirs remains
Forever out of my hands
Like all this life seems to offer
Do gods of plenty
Find me a particularly amusing whipping boy?

Fire on north beach
And I sit alone
Patience can't be a virtue
If it's been beaten
Within an inch of its life

Famine of romance
Grips me
And I realize
I need but push away
I will find the machine
And shut it off

September sung

The purple sky touches me
My soul mirrors that rich colour
Mixed with flaming orange
Another summer dies
As summer has before
The yearning remains the same
Though tempered by age and budding wisdom
I do not bind myself by contract
To love or live unhappily
To succeed or never again dream
What I have cultivated
Is the achievment of self
For I am now
What I always wante to be
Old dreams are fulfilled
While new ones are pursued
My youthful ambitions harvested
While the seeds of years to come
Are sowed with the hope
That all that is invested in seedling dreams
May one day bear fruit

5th Period Entropy

Little by little systems break down
Thinking men lose their air of superiority
As their madness sets in
Feeling men lose their worldview of compassion
When they are unjustly wronged

Drop by drop the flods of despair
Overwhelm the people's senses
While the vacuuming winds of an ever-present agony
Suck them dry

But the tears that fall from their eyes
Turn to concrete at your feet
And the words that flow from your mouth
Noble and eloquent
Lose their meaning because you lie
And desperate cries fall on deaf ears
While the sun sets on our world