Pushing the Wheel Barrel of Regret

The ashes we remember
Soil every seed...
The pain in the garden
Fulfills every need...

Laughing sideways, convulsing in secret
Pushing the wheel barrel of regret-
We’ll televise our confessions;
because life is just an IED
never a box of chocolates
or an innocuous evening stroll...

EVERY DECEMBER WE MUST REMEMBER!!!!!!
… there will be no accounting of the broken files
…when seizures sever the chins of the mounting token smiles
(really it’s quite similar to the nomadic goat-herders of Mongolia when one contemplates it)

So just use
the proper utensils
And flush
the mildew like a clam

(Stopping to smell the caramelized onions once in a while!)

This is all anyone can ever really do

Dear poet, the paved roads

Dear poet, the paved roads of good intention aside, I have meant to comment on some of your work in the past, since I have become a big fan of your's.

And well, I just wanted to take this oportuninty to wish you and your's a most pleasant holiday.
And hopefully in the coming weeks, a more positive and productive begining.

Peace my friend, don't ever, change.
Cristo :)

Thanks, Cristo. I hope next

Thanks, Cristo. I hope next year is a better one for myself and many others, too. Have a nice holiday time yourself. Peace, NSF

ps. I dig your positivity on these threads. You're like a beam of sunshine throughout this site.

Same to you

my friend,

your the winds of conscience that blow through our souls.

And we thank you for that, sincerely.

Peace be unto you, my

Peace be unto you, my brother.

From another mother?

lol

Okay we better stop at that,
lest people start to think we're spoken for lol.

Love, peace, and chicken grease.

LOL. Yeah, I think you're

LOL. Yeah, I think you're right!

Caramelized onions...

Caramelized onions, yes indeed and yum!...That's a great message for all freind.

Another interesting and meaningful piece here.

Debs x

Thanks, Debs. Yeah, I was

Thanks, Debs. Yeah, I was trying to do something different from my recent spate of vulgarity. Especially after what happened in the musuem and after being attacked by that Lemur, I had to contemplate life for a while. I climbed to the top of a mountain wearing only a pink tutu, meditated, screamed profanities like I had tourettes syndrome, and looked out into the sky and these words for this poem showered down upon me. It was an out of body experience. And yes, in case you were wondering, I'm still wearing that tutu as I write this and concur that we must stop and smell the caramelized onions and also remember there is so much more to life. Just look at the nomadic goat-herders in Mongolia, for they will show us the way. Thanks for reading.

ooooh nice! =p

pleasantly wierd.....enjoyed this one alot neo, god knows what strange thoughts go through your mind but dont ever change my dear friend cuz thats what i like most about you =]
thnx for the nice write
mwaaah

snuggly bug .x.x.

Thanks, Snuggly. I do have

Thanks, Snuggly. I do have weird thoughts quite often. Poetry helps me alleviate them. It's fun to come on sites like this and subject people to my craziness! Thanks for stopping by and reading; glad you liked it.

Hey Neo Baby, hey, I just

Hey Neo Baby, hey, I just wanted to wish you a Freaktacular and Cherry, Merry Fresh Year!

See ya somewhere in the white my friend.

Peace bro!
Cristo :)

Thanks, Cristo, my brother

Thanks, Cristo, my brother from another mother! I'll do my best to stay in the white this year! Have a Freaktacular 2009, yourself, too!

Dread and Emptiness

And Paranoia.
Some of the emotions I felt while reading this-I don't do well trying to explain my writing or others writings but those three emotions remind of the holiday season in America. I really dig that line" convulsing in secret". It's so eerie and perfect..like being completely dehumanized and isolated and just BECOMING the isolation and enjoying it. Really creepy.
Youre a brilliant writer Neo.
Cheerz mate!

Right on

You seem to always interpret my writings correctly. I guess we are on the same wavelength.

That's exactly what I was feeling when writing this. You picked up on the feelings I was trying to convey. I really did feel like embracing them and moving forward in life because there is no other choice. I hate that time of year (the last one was especially bad) and am just happy I got through it. Thanks for reading, my friend.

mmm...one line

says it all:

when seizures sever the chins of the mounting token smiles

Thanks for the comment on my latest work -- not especially into vulgarity myself, but then again I haven't given it much of a chance.

thanks

Yeah, not all my stuff is that vulgar, though I do enjoy reading/writing hardcore things. Glad you enjoyed this. Thanks for stopping by.

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