a child's dolls all wrapped around her sitting in the hot seat ordering martini mentalities the look of all the fresh colored canvases speaking into walls, in turn
and the ladybugs cry out on my shoulders they find that text messages keep me silent they always put their trash in the book drop i always fine them for it with cane sugar
look, up ahead! it's some sort of change! i've decided that no matter what it is, it's right but somebody back there, single file, churping will sigh and ruin the energy of it all in one exhale
well then, maybe one should travel through space alone like a monkey and maybe then the silence won't be stabbed quiet but lonely fear in lonely-fear-land means lonely fear
i sigh on the persian rug afternoon, overcast i look out at the green tree and the moving leaves wind back down at my tight hips and hairy calves and sitting there alone in air conditioning, the silent bliss happens
So do we ever get anywhere? No! This is it, now where we are, You are there, and I am here, And now you are here and I am there.
Blowing your nose never seemed dubious Or interestingly real until you realized It might be funny if you watched it - third person On a sitcom or movie.
I'm just typing my thought, You're just reading them. I'm just bleeding; Now are you seeing?
Cannot, will not, won't, not, never, Heaven isn't so far away if you're sitting in the lobby, Hell has never been so close as the human thought Of not being in heaven at all times.
Ugly words are mere beauty to those who feel ugly, And mere comedy to those who don't care about their Egos.
Hell is right around the corner always until you See that you're around the corner with it, waiting to Go back to your moo cow lives. Hell is right in front of you and right behind you; It doesn't exist and it doesn't ever exist until you let it. I spell words wrong now, but yesterday and tomorrow, too.
You can't get anywhere if your brain is you. You can't get anywhere, you handicapped human, So have fun drifting without care, There's nothing like being afraid and then calling your self "A little pussy" the next day. Hahahahaha.
Kenny Norsworthy from the poetry book "It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There" available on amazon.com buy it! I need the money and you need an amazing book. Peace and love.
Here is the coauthor Justin Blackburn www.myspace.com/everyoneloveseachother reading this poem "Do We Ever Get Anywhere" it is pretty amazing, it is the second one he reads
I wonder if Van Gogh ever cursed Lynard Skynard or the odor of a Big Mac and fries;
I wonder if Jim Morrison ever threw his cell phone in a river;
I wonder if John Lennon ever rode jet ski's naked with Yoko;
I wonder if Gandhi ever drank moonshine.
I wonder if Zeus ever got loose because he thought he was about to be consumed as food,
Or if Aaron Copeland ever heard the wind screaming his name in vain.
I wonder if Don Juan was ever afraid to dance,
Or if Constantine felt more love than he appeared to.
I wonder if Hitler ever smiled at the ocean because of the whole world,
Or if Martin Luther King Jr. ever made love to a man.
I wonder if John F. Kennedy ever worked at Dairy Queen,
Of if Mussolini ever got made fun of for having small boobs.
I wonder if Jesus ever drove a steamroller
To make some side dollars for twenty four inch rims.
I wonder if Kafka ever fantasized about living the American Dream with a lady bug.
I wonder if Lord Catainya ever ate a veggie burger
Or if Meister Eckhart ever rollerbladed through Venice Beach.
I wonder if Beethoven ever got down with some vanilla ice cream,
Or if Kerouac ever played Playstation 2.
I wonder if God has ever seen such a sight;
I wonder if I ever did too.
Good day all! This is a poem from my book "It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There" available on amazon.com go out there and read it, it will enchance your life forever!
it's a miracle I haven't killed myself yet i know it sounds morbid and not pleasant at all but it's true so let it be funny and laugh at the dead i mean I'm twenty four and i don't have nothing which wouldn't bother me if i was out sleeping by a river alone and soothed by water letting my thoughts die down to images and dreams but no, i'm sitting at a house in a town and everybody's running around making me feel down it's distracting as all anything to see them moving me, still a young man, with fresh ideas me, still a young kid, writing down my thoughts sleeping twelve hours a day or less or much less but anyhow isn't it a miracle that i haven't killed myself yet isn't it a great thing too isn't it hilarious if you can understand how i feel
if you can see how i - mind - body - soul can't buy into it all that i can't become a world American maniac worker bee then laugh at me and my still being alive
Kenny Norsworthy From my poetry book "It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There" it is available on amazom.com I would buy it if I were you!
Have a beautiful remarkable year and keep the feeling of endless bliss inside your head at all times! Your mind is the land! spread your love around the rising earth!
