Poems Written For Me
Poems Written By Me
By SPN
self examinination once begun but not complete
is the busted-assed rendition of a psychiatrists long seat.
Freud and Jung were smart fucking guys,
but so was the church, despite all their lies.
a confessor is great if you want absolution,
but try as they might it's not really a solution.
a friend is what you need, someone to trust and to savor
your deep and intimate, secret and forbidding flavor.
sure they may find out that you had once been a bad guy
that you longed for the end, that you needed to die.
used and abused or user and abuser
bent for destruction, accused and accuser
and yet they stay and hear
the feelings you hold dear
never judging, only loving, caring feeling
you never knew before this dealing
of the tarot, and though you are the Fool
your friend, the Tower, sends a cool
breeze your way to help you on the journey
you have to take in your mind - upon a gurney
into the catacombs where dark monsters dwell
You enter your own, private version of hell
And battle yourself again and again
Each self a bit different, each the same man
But she is still there when like a Phoenix reborn
you rise from your mind and leave your torn
life behind, regreting it but with gaze steady ahead
to continue upon your voyage without your old dread.
For WAN
Dewney
By SPN
Some things are impossible
to put into words
And so you try to invent some
to make yourself clear
But to invent a new word
is to create something out of nothing
and is therefore, meaningless
so instead of creating one should adapt
that which already exists
and use them to new ends
You make me feel so velod all the time
And I can tell you arec
Every time you hotuc me
It's not really hotuacing though
It's more of a secars
That stays with me the rest of the day
and deep into the endless night
What I feel inside is indescribable
A feeling of noactnentment and slibs
That I have never felt before
and will never feel again
The words may physically resemble
their normal acounterparts
In an anagramic sort of way
But they magnify and funnel them
and will grace them with a power
and status they did not before possess.
For WAN
US
By SPN
When your heart returns the error
"attempt to Access denied"
And your mind refused to accept
the inventable being
of a new type of love
not yet true and tried
You are incapable of really seeing
That what you have at this very moment
Is what you have wanted all along
Even as each relationship came and went
And doubts about yourself were strong
Instinctively you knew that this loomed
somewhere on the horizon in your life
And though each affair was doomed
and the pain in your heart (at the time)
was like a knife
You made your way through the rain
Out to the other side of miserable
And rolled the dice yet again
Just to end up back in the rubble
Then came the moment
Magical to behond
The half second where you heard a "click"
And felt a love strong and bold
Before the clock could again tick
The difference?
This time it did not go away
The next second it was still growing
And the next minute, the next hour, the next day
Back to the beginning at this very moment
You have what you wanted all along
The problem?
The reason for you dread lament
The fear of hearing yet again
Miserables song
Because instead of feeling like a butter knife slice
This would peirce not only your heart
but you.
This would be a sword, a pickaxe a scythe
This would be the final hew
That splits you in two,
How do I know this to be true?
Because I feel the say way about you.
For WAN
By SPN
Some things are impossible
to put into words
And so you try to invent some
to make yourself clear
But to invent a new word
is to create something out of nothing
and is therefore, meaningless
so instead of creating one should adapt
that which already exists
and use them to new ends
You make me feel so velod all the time
And I can tell you arec
Every time you hotuc me
It's not really hotuacing though
It's more of a secars
That stays with me the rest of the day
and deep into the endless night
What I feel inside is indescribable
A feeling of noactnentment and slibs
That I have never felt before
and will never feel again
The words may physically resemble
their normal acounterparts
In an anagramic sort of way
But they magnify and funnel them
and will grace them with a power
and status they did not before possess.
For WAN
By SPN
When your heart returns the error
"attempt to Access denied"
And your mind refused to accept
the inventable being
of a new type of love
not yet true and tried
You are incapable of really seeing
That what you have at this very moment
Is what you have wanted all along
Even as each relationship came and went
And doubts about yourself were strong
Instinctively you knew that this loomed
somewhere on the horizon in your life
And though each affair was doomed
and the pain in your heart (at the time)
was like a knife
You made your way through the rain
Out to the other side of miserable
And rolled the dice yet again
Just to end up back in the rubble
Then came the moment
Magical to behond
The half second where you heard a "click"
And felt a love strong and bold
Before the clock could again tick
The difference?
This time it did not go away
The next second it was still growing
And the next minute, the next hour, the next day
Back to the beginning at this very moment
You have what you wanted all along
The problem?
The reason for you dread lament
The fear of hearing yet again
Miserables song
Because instead of feeling like a butter knife slice
This would peirce not only your heart
but you.
This would be a sword, a pickaxe a scythe
This would be the final hew
That splits you in two,
How do I know this to be true?
Because I feel the say way about you.
For WAN