Biography of BEAU GOLDEN
Born in Los Angeles during the 1965 Watts Riots, raised in Ohio in Cincinnati. Drunk and disorderly while attending Miami University in Oxford Ohio while ignoring the curriculum. Returned to Los Angeles in 1987 to pursue a career in alcoholism and criminal behavior. Jailed for drunken brawling and..Hey no one really reads this stuff so why are YOU? I'm currently gainfully employed as Director of Cranial Surgery at Cedars Sinai in Beverly Hills California, and I drive a skateboard.
BEAU GOLDEN's Works:
The Unbearable boredom of HIOP.
BEAU GOLDEN Poems
Happy Dreams Of Murder
I'll tell you what is wrong with me I hope you will not weep Happy dreams of marder are enchanting my nights sleep
I saw her face in a painting High cheekbones thin nose full lips I see her now as she's fainting-struggling- wandering Long black hair and full hips
Absence Of Color When We Dream (Sequel)
a warm cup of milk and i drift off to my minds eye to free associate in my imagination unconscious there is no time to negotiate we dream without color dont you see but a wonderful world of imagery
Why Do I Love You?
Why do i love you I ask myself lover? What have you done so unique from another? Your physical beauty of which you could boast Is kept subtle and secondary which I prefer most
Autumn - Life And Death Surround Us! (M...
I walk in the park and I hold my breath We are always surrounded by life and death Old old men playing bowls on the lawn Tiny little children float boats on a pond
Before I Finally Enter Darkness
Before I finally enter darkness I wish to be surrounded by friends All waving farewell and broadly smiling With Kisses and hugs eternally beguiling
Bound And Waiting
There you are bound and waiting i see the cuffs holding you still the sweetness of you dripping with anticipation furthering soon we will our relation
A Little Boy Wrote A Rhyme
Many days ago a little girl laughed A little boy wrote a rhyme, Life was fun life was right, They both had quite a great time
No No No No!
No no no no you're not a poet i said! No no no no that isn't art coming out of your head No no no no you aren't a creative soul No no no no don't write just to dig from a hole
A Sandcastle Waits For Your Return
I'm touching you in my minds eye now I don't really know Where my next few words will go I just don't know what else to say I'm crying my eyes out anyway
A Teardropp Too Heavy
When you and I first separated I wanted to run off and hide I created discussions between us I Strangled my love deep inside
Deadliest Kind Of Pain
Sometimes you wander through an empty life And you can't find solace or love Sometimes you're hurting because you can't hold The person you're dreaming of
Another Child Moves On
The flowers in a still life painting never move The phonograph needle on a record album never leaves the same groove But in another town in another place Another child is born to the human race
A Little Fawn Dances Through A Meadow Ba...
A little fawn prances through a meadow bare You are captivated and drawn to stare Little white spots on her pretty brown coat You're afraid to move your heart in your throat
I've been to the place where the women are perfect
But no one will give you the time
When you get to the point where you're deeply in love
Life can lose reason or rhyme
Carmenita was loving a man twice her age
And this wouldn't be half bad
But the man that she loved wasn't any old man
The man was whom she called her dad