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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
Le Petit Mort (French Orgasm)
The french call it le petit mort She did suddenly exhort But it is so much more As u i silently adore
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
Shelley's Salute-In My Love I Will Fail
In my love I will fail until I endeavor A bond to create in our souls forever In my poem I will fail until I can find Verse you'll treasure and lock within your mind
Louise Lou Weez
Once i had a daisy
I held it in a vase
It allowed me to get lazy
I worried about my face
Then i chewed on the daisy
And i broke it's stupid vase
And the whole damn thing exploded
Back right in my face
You See-A rhyme with face and vase