Hosility

Hostile.
I'm dangerous
as a loaded gun.
My only want...
the end of you.
Your simple existence
angers me.
Your happines,
enrages me.
In your eyes,
your demise,
my ultimate fantasy.
My fists beg,
To crush your face.
Your arrogance
Makes me despise you.
Threaten me again,
Tell me I won't.
Test my ability to control.
I dare you.
I am a loaded gun,
and my temper has a hair trigger.
Bang!

Bad Ass Dodge

Splashing through the mud
In a Cummins diesel Dodge
Chrome winch on the front
Smoke stacks sound like hogs
That truck is so big
Fog lights shining bright
It makes that truck look freakin’ sick
I want to make it mine! Oh!

(CHORUS)
Bad ass Dodge, bad ass Dodge
Jacked up all the way
Oh, what fun it is to mud
In a truck so damn B-A. Hey!
Bad ass Dodge, bad ass Dodge
Jacked up all the way
Oh, what fun it is to mud
In a truck so damn B-A.

Eight inch suspension lift
The Sport Package in white
With all black Helo lights
A hot girl by your side
Got six speeds on the floor
The turbo charger screams
The truck just seemed to beg for more
So he made that peddle lean.

(CHORUS)
Bad ass Dodge, bad ass Dodge
Jacked up all the way
Oh, what fun it is to mud
In a truck so damn B-A. Hey!
Bad ass Dodge, bad ass Dodge
Jacked up all the way
Oh, what fun it is to mud
In a truck so damn B-A.

Now the ground is torn
Gas gauge leans toward E
How did he afford
Deep in debt he must be.
He dropped the clutch and spun
Those thirty-six inch tires
That sure looks like a lot of fun
That big truck I do admire

(CHORUS)
Bad ass Dodge, bad ass Dodge
Jacked up all the way
Oh, what fun it is to mud
In a truck so damn B-A. Hey!
Bad ass Dodge, bad ass Dodge
Jacked up all the way
Oh, what fun it is to mud
In a truck so damn B-A.

Farm Life

Gabcast! Poetry #1

My mistress' eyes

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such rose see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,-
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love is rare
As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare (1546-1616)

Drums

Pop a squat
on the thrown
take the hickory
in your palms

Feel the music
take you over
imagine fans
in your basement

Reaquaint
with rhythms familiar
cymbals crash
at your demand

Bass drums boom
fills explode
hands a blur

A love for music
expression
speed

Twinkle, Twinkle Remake

Burning, flaming distant sun
Untouched and unkown
Deep in darkness up above
Brilliant spark
Burning, flaming distant sun
How so untouched and unknown

So Much Depends Upon

So much depends
upon
A child's family
and love
When confidence
is low
Love and support
will grow

Riddle Poem

I am a worldly abyss,
serene and mysterious.
A void, but with an end.
I can be your enemy,
or your friend.
In me you are blind,
unconscious for a time.
I can haunt your imagination,
and bring rest to a nation.



"Earth Photo." 2005. Earth from space. nightskynation. 6 March 2009.

ANSWER:

Found Poem

PERFECT
Beautiful Power Pedistal
Incredible
Best
Stain
DREAM
Desire Beyond Deifference
Live Beyond Knowledge
Taste Risk
Open
QUALITY
Health
Bold
Companion
Workhorse
Versitile

Two Tone Poem

One side is fire red-
angry and passionate,
wild and loving.
wearing my heart on my sleeve and
showing how I feel.
On the other side it's different-
deep purple, like the bottom of the ocean,
serene and soft spoken,
to myself and independant,
showing my pride in an uncertain situation.
Both sides make a whole-
a whole person, Patrick Wood.