Submissions by DylanThomasPirateM
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not just fuckin' around, puttin' my feelings to pen; I'm a craftsman.I'm very good, in my humble opinion. With time, feel free, to peruse my whole collection; comments, both good and ill, are always welcome.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 10:38pm
10th Oct 2013 10:38pm
Bunny Thoughts
I'm just a man
I feel like a boy
But i look like a man
And so i'll act that way
I'm independent, i've got no net. Life or death is a daily test, which i pass on a daily basis. I'm a savage success, but last week i cried watching the muppets. It's a front. For you too. Woman or man. Always children. Sure, you've got vacations, a good enough job, a house, wife, kids. But, were you to witness a neck-stabbing on a bus, you'd flinch.
I bought a car
It was a jaguar
It drove real fast
But didn't drive too far
But it's a jag none the less. Not a...
I feel like a boy
But i look like a man
And so i'll act that way
I'm independent, i've got no net. Life or death is a daily test, which i pass on a daily basis. I'm a savage success, but last week i cried watching the muppets. It's a front. For you too. Woman or man. Always children. Sure, you've got vacations, a good enough job, a house, wife, kids. But, were you to witness a neck-stabbing on a bus, you'd flinch.
I bought a car
It was a jaguar
It drove real fast
But didn't drive too far
But it's a jag none the less. Not a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 8:39am
30th Sep 2013 8:39am
An Open Letter to Someone in Particular
Raise a glass to all the gents
Forsaken by their favored lasses
Crucified upon the masthead
O'er that sea of discontent
Pity his wasted efforts
Forgive his grand delusions
And his childish confusions
'Twas his mother told him to rely upon
Honor, Honesty and respect
'Twas a lesson of damning, damaging neglect, it was
For a fool's been made with no honor gained
For a knight can't ply his trade
When his cherished code of chivalry
Elicits cachinnation from the masses
I s'pose i've taken it for granted
Perhaps it's just my nature...
Forsaken by their favored lasses
Crucified upon the masthead
O'er that sea of discontent
Pity his wasted efforts
Forgive his grand delusions
And his childish confusions
'Twas his mother told him to rely upon
Honor, Honesty and respect
'Twas a lesson of damning, damaging neglect, it was
For a fool's been made with no honor gained
For a knight can't ply his trade
When his cherished code of chivalry
Elicits cachinnation from the masses
I s'pose i've taken it for granted
Perhaps it's just my nature...
936 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Sep 2013 5:34am
21st Sep 2013 5:34am
f**kin' f**k, f**k, f**k!
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK OBAMACARE! F-U-C-K OBAMACARE! Biggest fuckin' shell-game scam of a snake-oil booth in town. I have no healthcare, the government isn't going to give me a dime for healthcare, and if I don't buy my own healthcare, MY FUCKING COUNTRY is going to charge me 2.5% of my income as a FUCKING PENALTY! Problem solved, i guess, huh? So, you're basically trying to force me into buying into a system that will soon be bloated out of control because it doesn't discriminate for pre-existing conditions. HELLO! That's the equivalent of forcing me to buy car insurance that doesn't discriminate...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2013 11:44am
11th Aug 2013 11:44am
A Prayer for the Steppenwolves
In an absolute sense,
I think i've done well with forgiveness.
When all stones are counted,
I wish every man and woman a blessed existence.
I forgive those who have hurt me.
I forgive Hitler and Mussolini.
I forgive the evil for their weakness
And the weak for their ignorance.
But, i cannot forgive myself,
Though i try.
And,
In a practical sense,
As the minutia of the day's minutes pass me by,
I find it very difficult to accept the ways of man.
Though i'll continue to try the best i can,
This city of man seems a wicked illusion....
I think i've done well with forgiveness.
When all stones are counted,
I wish every man and woman a blessed existence.
I forgive those who have hurt me.
I forgive Hitler and Mussolini.
I forgive the evil for their weakness
And the weak for their ignorance.
But, i cannot forgive myself,
Though i try.
And,
In a practical sense,
As the minutia of the day's minutes pass me by,
I find it very difficult to accept the ways of man.
Though i'll continue to try the best i can,
This city of man seems a wicked illusion....
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 6:12am
9th Aug 2013 6:12am
Through Brier for a Rose
So it goes
That so often
The road to is more pleasing than the arrival
As anticipation grows
The illusions of possible participation in
New scintillation
Throws a blanket of hope
Over what a logical dissemination
Of similar situations would show
To be the most likely outcome
Maybe i'm dumb
Maybe it's just a way to cope
With the odds-on nope
Maybe it's a journey to darkness with my mind on the sun
But
I like it that way
I like thinking
Maybe
This time
Who knows
No ...
That so often
The road to is more pleasing than the arrival
As anticipation grows
The illusions of possible participation in
New scintillation
Throws a blanket of hope
Over what a logical dissemination
Of similar situations would show
To be the most likely outcome
Maybe i'm dumb
Maybe it's just a way to cope
With the odds-on nope
Maybe it's a journey to darkness with my mind on the sun
But
I like it that way
I like thinking
Maybe
This time
Who knows
No ...
875 reads
12 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 4:59am
8th Aug 2013 4:59am
A Nautical Undressing
My instinct is to say you are morally bankrupt.
But, that would insinuate the loss of some previously held fortune.
Let me instead say, I do not believe your compass to be true.
Though i wish it were another way,
I am of the opinion that it would be very foolish to follow your direction.
I've a port to land.
And, though i may crash by my own navigation,
I may crash going your way too.
At least if i don't make it to the end going my way,
I'll know i was headed towards the proper sands.
-DyMc
But, that would insinuate the loss of some previously held fortune.
Let me instead say, I do not believe your compass to be true.
Though i wish it were another way,
I am of the opinion that it would be very foolish to follow your direction.
I've a port to land.
And, though i may crash by my own navigation,
I may crash going your way too.
At least if i don't make it to the end going my way,
I'll know i was headed towards the proper sands.
-DyMc
723 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 4:56am
8th Aug 2013 4:56am
To Dream in Blue
I dreamt in blue
And awoke to colors-too-many
As when the simplicity of the beginning of a favorite song
Is interrupted by the body
Lost is the meandering beauty of that world
Outlined in indigo and navy
A pulsating moment painted wintery hues
Imaginary scenes with no future or history
A footnote without a story
And i wonder where it goes when it's done with me
And how is this life any different?
When i open my eyes
Gone are my dreams of chivalry
But what of when i close my eyes on this waking world?
When I close my eyes for the final...
And awoke to colors-too-many
As when the simplicity of the beginning of a favorite song
Is interrupted by the body
Lost is the meandering beauty of that world
Outlined in indigo and navy
A pulsating moment painted wintery hues
Imaginary scenes with no future or history
A footnote without a story
And i wonder where it goes when it's done with me
And how is this life any different?
When i open my eyes
Gone are my dreams of chivalry
But what of when i close my eyes on this waking world?
When I close my eyes for the final...
759 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Jul 2013 10:44pm
14th Jul 2013 10:44pm
Wicked Rant #23: Rock That Hoodie, Chump
A friend just posted a meme that said "Imagine if we lived in a world where George Zimmerman saw Trayvon walking home in the rain and gave him a ride home." I'd bet dollars to donuts this friend has never done anything of the sort.
Yeah, I'll get indignant. I hate this fuckin' hypocrisy. Personally, in the last 6 months, I gave a homeless black dude $40 when I had $90 in the bank because he had this sad sack story about how he shit himself. After getting out of a bar late, a toothless crackhead asked for a dollar. I asked if he wanted a sandwich. He said he wanted some malt...
Yeah, I'll get indignant. I hate this fuckin' hypocrisy. Personally, in the last 6 months, I gave a homeless black dude $40 when I had $90 in the bank because he had this sad sack story about how he shit himself. After getting out of a bar late, a toothless crackhead asked for a dollar. I asked if he wanted a sandwich. He said he wanted some malt...
860 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 9:26pm
7th Jul 2013 9:26pm
Under the Moon
Holding court on the fringe of a dance floor,
Amid music, and in common celebration for
The ceremony's declaration of love in store for two friends.
The question ducks from behind pretty faces,
It radiates from the loud speakers, and decocts in the air.
It settles as a toxic haze, choking all breath from me.
The question.
How long can i pretend?
Not one minute more.
The night's turned incendiary
Through combustion of my own fuel only.
How i haven't ruined it for everybody, i'll never know.
Does it even show?
How could it not.
My heart...
Amid music, and in common celebration for
The ceremony's declaration of love in store for two friends.
The question ducks from behind pretty faces,
It radiates from the loud speakers, and decocts in the air.
It settles as a toxic haze, choking all breath from me.
The question.
How long can i pretend?
Not one minute more.
The night's turned incendiary
Through combustion of my own fuel only.
How i haven't ruined it for everybody, i'll never know.
Does it even show?
How could it not.
My heart...
1125 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2013 10:49am
29th Jun 2013 10:49am
A Life Less Ordinary
I've been with a few
And they were beautiful
I've thought of many
I've loved one
I've not respected any
They were all too ordinary
When passions rose
And true nature showed
They were all too ordinary
They all came from respectability
They all lived in illusion
They all lived off their beauty
They all spoke of their sharp minds
And warm hearts of charity
But what were they truly
I believe honestly
If the roles were reversed
Had we switched our journeys
They'd be a crack whore. they'd be toothless and smell of piss....
And they were beautiful
I've thought of many
I've loved one
I've not respected any
They were all too ordinary
When passions rose
And true nature showed
They were all too ordinary
They all came from respectability
They all lived in illusion
They all lived off their beauty
They all spoke of their sharp minds
And warm hearts of charity
But what were they truly
I believe honestly
If the roles were reversed
Had we switched our journeys
They'd be a crack whore. they'd be toothless and smell of piss....
1223 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2013 9:31am
29th Jun 2013 9:31am
The Barbarous Weapon
By the time the centurion entered the war
After hawaiian skies were shadowed by asian warbirds
And on the advice of brilliant pacifists like einstein
The wisest had already been summoned to a desert forge
To craft the century's sword
Harry S Truman had been president for 52 days
He'd only met roosevelt twice
On april 25 1945
His war secretary relayed
Within four months
We shall in all probability
have completed the most terrible weapon
Ever known in human history
One bomb of which
Could destroy a whole city
...
After hawaiian skies were shadowed by asian warbirds
And on the advice of brilliant pacifists like einstein
The wisest had already been summoned to a desert forge
To craft the century's sword
Harry S Truman had been president for 52 days
He'd only met roosevelt twice
On april 25 1945
His war secretary relayed
Within four months
We shall in all probability
have completed the most terrible weapon
Ever known in human history
One bomb of which
Could destroy a whole city
...
949 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2013 4:10am
26th Jun 2013 4:10am
Historic Proclamation
k, it's official: i'm going to dominate hip hop music. i'm going to make millions of dollars, perhaps billions, depending on inflation. i'm going to go down as the greatest "emcee"? or, whatever the fuck you want to call it, of our century, as a hobby. a lil jealous? you should be. it's too easy for me. no, seriously. i never even listened to rap all that much, but, it's dawned on me: it's a piece of cake, really. so, i downloaded this FREE recording/mixing software, and, it's the easiest thing in the world for me. so, it's official: i'm going to dominate hip hop music. every little...
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