Why the Fuck Not?

[MrGoutHimself]

So since Stantz is putting himself out there by sharing his eerie short stories, and Pred puts himself out there with his pixelated videos and yelling at the cats, I figured I might as well make some of you nauseous by sharing some of the poetry I've written over the years. Most of this shit is old, but there are some newer ones. I hope some of you enjoy it, and I hope those of you that need to lose weight but can't bring yourselves to bulimia find this useful.

Poems start with the next post.
-Srd

[MrGoutHimself]

First, in honor of Pred-san being a GAINT postwhore, some haiku.

Yellow-green eyes light
the path, home again I turn;
spring has embered out.

In a house half a
mile from here; summer suns do
Not ever creep in.

It is two am
And even the moon sleeps sound;
Fall has come again.

Blue copulation
The winter winds blow hard, yet
still I move forward.

-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

Seems like only a month ago I was shuffling off to my first day of high school, blink and it's 20 years later;
Seems like only a few weeks back I was scrambling off the bus at Parris Island, blink and 15 years gone by;
Seems like only last week I was finally starting college at 24, blink and it's 10 years on;
Seems like just yesterday I was getting married for the second time, blink and it's close to 7 years;
Life goes by in just a blink, don't close your eyes or you might miss something important;
Finding old friends, seeing how they've grown up, how I've grown up, all in a blink;
Damn, am I getting old?

-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

She's my muse, I'll see her face until my death,
She gives my poems their very life, like breath;

I long to be close, to know her godly form,
'Tween heart and mind she starts a raging storm;

Do I tell her what I feel, what she inspires?
Or write on until her and my time expires?

I could not tell in so many words,
the feelings she has wrought;
But write on 'til dawn on the
feelings she has brought;

I could tell the world who she is and fret,
Or keep my muse and my musings a dark secret;

Only she and I will know, until our death,
The we shared the same sad songs,
And the same last breath.
-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

Last one for now, I'll put more on later if you can all stifle your dry heaves. The unborn-one has heard this performed when he wanted to know if I sounded like as much of a girl in real life as I sometimes do here. Anyhow... "Fuck 'em"

Save the seals,
Fuck 'em.
Save the whales,
Fuck 'em.

Fuck the PC morons that plague our society,
I'd rather sit here and lose my sobrity.

You say "waah waah peace, man."
That's kind of dull.

Give me an icepick and I'd fuck your skull.
Fuck 'em all.
-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

The sun rises in the east, I'm nothing special; My sun sets in the west, I'm like all the rest;
How many times shall I tell you, before you believe? Why do you hang around, why don't you just leave?
Don't bring me onto the platform I've built for you;
Deification is defecation, don't give me any of your shit;
Loneliness is masturbation, lend me a hand and get out.

-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

Take this silver band back, I do not want it anymore
What it means to have it now is nothing
Never again will I wake first in the morning
Just to watch you sleeping
Never again will I sneak roses into your car
Or leave surprises on your pillow
Take this silver band, I can not look at it anymore
What you meant to me will never change
Only what I mean to you now
And you've let me see enough to know
That it's not enough for me
Take this silver band, I know you lost yours long ago
And what I am left with now
Is trifle more than emptiness
Love like a flower bloomed early
There is no more blossom in your eyes
There is no more fragrance in your smile
The vibrant colors have faded
And all that is left
Is withered
Dying
Dead.
-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

The sign of the demon, burning in my mind,
The mark of the devil, driving me insane,
The power of evil, eating my rotten brain,
Call me demon, call my name,
Call me evil, call me insane;
The sign of the demon, burning in my heart,
The mark of the devil, driving me to kill,
The power of evil, giving me strength,
Call me demon, call my name,
Call me evil, call me insane;
The sign of the demon, burning in my life,
The mark of the devil, driving me to destroy,
The power of evil, gives me my life,
Call me demon, call my name,
Call me evil, call me insane,
Call out to your pathetic, weak satan,
And see if he can stop me, see if he
Can stop the Son, the Sign, of
The Demon.
-SrD

[MrGoutHimself]

Here in the dark I feel the electric swarm,
As it surrounds my body and my disrupted thoughts,
I feel out in the black plasm that encases me,
Trying to grope my way into an accidental escape,
But the dull copper taste of blood in my mouth,
And the numbing swarm, warn me there's no way out,
I stumble forward two more yearling's steps,
And when I fall onto the equally invisible ground,
I feel something break, a bone? my mind? my heart?
I just know that they left me here,
I begged and supplicated for help,
And not one ounce was lent,
Here in the cold I feel the electric swarm,
As it chills and kills my nerves in its ubiquitous way...
And I begged
From my face
on the ground
I supplicated;
And they left
me heere in
my blind agony.
And I was naked,
They didn't clothe me.
And I was hungry,
They starved me.
I was dying
And they, you, we, I
Killed me,
Killed you,
Killed Him.
-SrD