new town
Category: Writing and Poetry

this is a new town,

much  like my home town,

'cept more bugs,

crawl around.

a whole lot of faces,

much like the old places,

i used,

to walk around.

and thanks for the reply,

but no one needs,

a half trained sculptor,

to build up their dreams.

and thanks for the reply,

but no one needs,

a half trained poet,

to record their screaming,

wishes to be wanted,

schemes become visions,

and haunts become haunted,

the buses just,

carry them home.

so i sit awake,

alone.

in this new town,

just like my hometown,

i listen,

for local sounds.

my friends' drunken rants,

the marching of ants,

familiar nightsongs,

all around.

and thanks for the reply,

but no one needs,

these thoughts,

that hover then ground.

and thanks for the reply,

but no one needs,

a halftrained poet,

to record their screaming,

wishes to be wanted,

schemes become visions,

and haunts become haunted,

the buses just

 carry them home.

so i sit awake,

alone.

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our garden
Category: Writing and Poetry

our love,

is a garden,

our love,

so many blooming flowers,

all different colors-

my black eyed girl sees-

every color-

and they all bloom together,

and at different times-

every day there is a new bloom,

telling me-

and telling you-

that this love-

is different in so many ways-

everyday-

new colors-

new species,

just like every new chance we have-

to make love life.

thank you,

for planting my garden love.

and for looking after it all-

i apologize-

i'm not the best gardener.

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Flag

A flag at half mast

hanging still without any wind-

no longer has the strength to mourn-

no reason to move-

the sky-

extends much further into the sky in the south-

we can read the directions to heaven-

in the stars-

little dots of light in the moonless sky. 

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dealing and delt

igetnervous-

now i'm quite relaxed-

iwishtheelevatorwouldcometomybeckon-

but i guess i'll take the steps-

butcriticismdoesn'tmakemeworkhard-

i enjoy pressure-

sowhydidhesaythat-

imissmynana-

ihopesheknowsiloveher-

because-

life-

is-

so-

short-

andsometimesineedhertoknowwhatimean-

thatiloveher-

but the liquor can loosen me up-

idon'treallylikebeer-

but i'll pound it tonight-

where, though-

doesyourlovewearoff?-

when are you done with it-

mine never-

never-

never-

goes away-

my love-

is so close to the instinct to kill-

so primal-

so conscious to live-

why is phenomena manifest-

i wish i was stupid-

justfeelingthisallasithappened(s)-

welcometothedauntingrealityoffleetingextantnature-

toomanyknowsandnotenoughfeelings-

i'msorryforvisualizingdestruction-

keep out you unruly demons-

keep out of my heart-

keep out of reality-

and-

let-

me-

deal with it.

caleb.williams ©  2007 allrightsreserved

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muse

she's been called-

the cute little girl with a turned up nose-

or shut-eye-

or babs-

but since i met her-

i've thought of her-

as prime mover-

she who makes me do-

who sustains my be-

in whom i rest.

©  caleb.williams   2007   all rights reserved

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i believe

i believe-

that a crisis of faith-

and a crisis of knowledge-

are the same-

one is to question what you believe-

the other is to question what you know-

they are mutually exclusive-

and they are experienced simultaneously.

caleb.williams   ©    2007      all rights reserved

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Buy My Shit

Buy My Shit- By: Caleb Williams

it would be so nice to offer you something-

to buy from me-

i've always said-

if i could only get one dollar from everybody-

so i'll do my best-

to make something that catches your eye-

to make you think you need-

or want-

something useful or pretty.

but truly-

i don't want to be a salesman-

i don't have a pitch-

you don't have to rush to the stores-

just to buy my shit-

a sentence-

a song-

a picture-

a place-

a person-

i really have nothing to sell-

that your money is worth-

and Bukowski warned-

"beware of ordinary people,"-

but he didn't say that their insistence to sell-

is the doorway to fascism-

millions of Souls-

droning through the infinite night-

dimly muttering-

"buy my shit"-

the constitution of the united states-

could be rewritten in those three words-

"buy my shit"-

because those who are rewarded-

at home and abroad-

are those who are able to bend over and shit in their hands-

and sell it-

receiving in turn-

a dollar from everyone.

© caleb.williams  2007        all rights reserved

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a very merry christmas

A Christmas poem for my friends... merry Christmas

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my bear

so she,

and love she,

and i he,

with no needs,

satisfy,

nothing,

and so she,

and i he,

in loving,

know we.

© caleb.williams 2006

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the nature that was intended for it

i was reading this philosopher-

hume-

wanted to play with my mind-

saying that i can't find the connection of self to sense impressions-

and i've been reading all this shit-

this stuff of humanity the subject-

but its all bullshit-

there's too much of an emotive power-

that just makes even the most profound statement seem-

like an already fallen dead and cracking leaf-

under foot-

back into soil-

this bunch of organic material-

is nothing but one huge tree-

and we are at best a leaf, or seed on that tree-

so what does it truly matter-

when your reason can't weigh out against my emotive reality-

i can't understand that-

why confuse the obvious nature or life and living-

is dying and peace-

so finding purpose is worth more than finding the connection of self through time within the senses.-

you epic waster of time-

all of you, wanted so much to explain nature-

while nature is truly only explaining you-

the relationship has inversed prior to division-

and so now-

the modern-

we know we are not the center of the universe-

we aren't the center of the solar system-

we are all alone-

so why not just give up god-

and say theirs nothing but a vacuum expanse-

with no god pulling the strings to keep it all moving-

because god is it moving and taking it all in all at once-

outside and inside of time-

outside and inside of space-

the exisistence by virtue of which-

all other things come to be and pass away-

just like us-

we've come to be-

our energy put itself together-

and its falling apart-

only to return to the nature that was intended for it.

caleb.williams © 2006

moving you to safe places when you need them-

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