Uneasy Thoughts: Poems Bizarre
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pg. 8 Death Glancing At Me / Little Do They Know / lIFE iN gENERAL / I Am So Fucked / Brain Dead / Feaking Out On The Stuff / Orlando/ Corruption
I took a picture of death Glancing at me from afar Such a weird looking fucker Just staring at me from afar If I had the balls I'd had stepped up to him And asked him why? Why you looking at me motherfucker? But as you may not know i haven't the balls So i hushed my mouth turned away walked away never to look back that way, ever again. 10 10 2005
Little do they know.............. That I can easily peek into their mindless thoughts To see what their minds' forgot How I know some kick, turn, and scratch in the middle of the night Dreaming of evil doings, sick actions behind the church at day's light
And how they stroke it up and down till it ends Little do they know i can see into their morbid hearts Every speck of shit, dot of crap, or thought torn apart I see this cause i am as they are Insane with the belief of knowing all Madness drips from their tiny eyes at all hours Like syrup dripping down perverted pancake towers 10 11 2005 Art Hernandez
i LOVE TO WATCH THE TUBE AND LAUGH AT THE HUES i CRAVE TO WATCH THE TUBE AND SCREAM AT THE HUES lOOK AT THAT PICTURE, IT'S SO VERY BRIGHT lOOK FOR THE LAKE IT IS ALL LIGHT lOOK FOR THE CAKE IT IS ALL RIGHT i LOVE IT IS THE DAY!! I LOVE IT IS THE DAY!! aND WITH THE DAY THE PAY, THE MONEY!! i SPEND THE CASH AND BUY ME A PAST I SPEND THE DAY AND MORE I DARE PAY 6-28-1987
from way down below, it grows slow joe, watch as it glows, in the dark it like flows. I don't know what it is yet, But you know what, i'll make this bet. it is evil. it is mean. it is medieval. it's not clean. hey smack in my nose...i use this hose...take a dose... i see only me, i give to only me, i screw only me, i fuck only me! but i don't care, i never do. it's just the way i see the world. you see the words? you think don't you, you smell like that hunk of shit floating way down below! fuck you so motherfucking whore! You're a fucking bore!! sorry it was a just passing phase, like the light that comes from the moon's haze, its all madness indeed. it crept up on me this fucking thing. but you rest assure, you lay among no lures when i say i love you. And tonight will bring me only darkness, horrible fright. i hate this fear, the god damn deer, and all other sort of forest like furry fucks too.
Art Hernandez August 20 1989
He laid still and dead, With a newly opened head, Bloody stuff all over the ground. I stood there with solemn frown, Reaching then for his wallet as he bled, The ground turning a fiery red.
When something suddenly gave me the chills. A cold ass wind-blowing pass, Freezing my bony ass. I stuck the dough in my pocket, And like a blasting rocket, Raced off as fast as fast can be, Keeping my bloody blade close by me. Art Hernandez © October 12 2005
Looking behind, to find i've lost my mind, thinking this true,
trails of smoke, lingering as i spoke, of horrible things in my mind, digging deep I always find, the time to dwell on insanity, on madness, and vanity. I seek the blood in my veins, so all my uneasy thoughts may rein, someday soon it will be, that killing me, will set me free. Art Hernandez © 3-28-2006
Rain, dropplets, pouring down in the darkness, careful not to slip, skid, watch out for the dips, wipers full blast, turn them down some, full blast again, JS Bach in the background, partita playing, as I speed, through Orlando. The sun is gone, ran away from the storm, its just a sprinkle, pouring, lightly sprinkling, God make up your mind! Its time to decide, is it rain, or not rain. I got to know, dreaming of home, thinking of kids, passing through Orlando. September 11 2006
Corruption, eruption, destruction, pure disruption fires everywhere, smoke rising into the air, babies dying, bombs diving, limbs flaming, I've done my job correctly, you can call me evil if need be, i've detonated the explosive, death spectacular impressive, they call me the Devil, I call them the Axis of Evil, I lie to their faces, in high up places, dining with the well off, while others choke and cough, I've done my job expertly, i see my life inversely they call me the devil, I call them the liberals, but what i am is is not much, upstairs there's not a bunch. i stand on the hill, throwing bodies into hell, smirking, jerking others all around,
and dreadful pound, of my nauseating voice, they have no choice, and once they did, but I won instead, they call me the devil, i call them all evil, its in my blood, this raging flood, of low count cells, and cancer spells, in my veins they rush, the cocaine hush, hush, they call me stupid, i am ruler instead, they bombed my towers, killing so many others, innocent people, screaming people, I am the devil, dum as can be. Yet I believe, The Devil's smarter than me. Art Hernandez September 26 2006
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I know of them grasping phallus symbols in their hands
I pulled out a huge wad of green bills, 
am i really cuckoo?
with my awful sound,