Dead Beat Poet

Dead Beat Poet Poems

To trust in you was more than I dared,
the lust was over and your novelty gone.
You lied so often I no longer cared,
my need for you diminished to non.
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I live in a house,
with only one door,
four red walls,
one wood floor.
...

The only reason I ever go out,
is to dance while David is singing.
With the echo of your words,
my ears are always ringing.
...

My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she's here it's hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.
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I hate my bed,
I'm always alone.
The only thing I do,
is use the web and phone.
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Christmas sucks and I'll tell you why,
It's all about buy, buy, buy.
Sure there are friends and family too,
But only for some of you.
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You are naturally evil,
no special effort required.
If I lie even a little I die,
and may my jaw be wired.
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Studious beauty under the dome
looking as if you've lost your way home.

Though just over there you are far from my reach.
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People are stupid and yes that means you.
Lucky for us all it means me too.

Zeno was very correct when approaching the meter.
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When you take the stage again the angels with respect will halt their flying and singing,
they've seen you play with us since construction time and know that you are bringing,
in a hurried fashion you were dispatched to each other with photographic accuracy,
learning to spell and speak our sounds and kindly removing all of your complacency.
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I am so pleased,
you are now gone.

If I could play music,
...

When two brains collide,
things don't at all add up.
Your lust turned and cried,
please boil me a soft cup.
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I need another poke,
just one more will do.
After you give it to me,
I'll need another two.
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We celebrate with glee,
yet another won war.
Will it end endlessly,
the need to abhor?
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Elly calls her computer names,
because she can't fall asleep.
Probably waiting for Jeff Buckley,
to sing her off of her feet.
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Please let me down again,
because this time I'm waiting.
You think you've thought of everything again
you never looked at my intelligence rating.
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I wish it didn't matter,
but it really just does.
To believe in me now,
nobody does just because.
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I am always your other,
without even a thought.
To dance with your shadow,
is to die and not rot.
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Follow your instincts because they’re all you've got,
an educated guess is very possibly not.
When you’re thinking to yourself it's like talking is it not?
it’s called second-guessing because the first wasn’t a thought.
...

I am under revision,
don't look at me now.
It's the right decision,
do without knowing how.
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Dead Beat Poet Biography

I've been drifting through this life looking, in search of somewhere with something to care. For a over a decade now and count slowing, the people who love me only do so by dare. I remember growing up in little to nowhere land, imagining what it would it be like to do a magic transport. beam myself to San Francisco or someplace exotic with sand, somehow be part of what is and with an import. Listening in secret to Depeche Mode and the Doors sing, who led me to embrace the rebel within one. At the time I couldn't sing or play anything, so I started staring at the stars while dancing right past the Sun. To show the world I wasn't born otherwise wrong, the U.S. Navy had my name the top of their list. To prove to everyone and myself I didn't have to belong, I could do anything I wanted with an open handed fist. I know I've missed the show by a decade or more, it's been a non-stop roller coaster ride and I've lost track of the time. I've hit rock bottom and can prove it with a number on the door, it doesn't matter anyway I can write what I mean and finally rhyme.)

The Best Poem Of Dead Beat Poet

My Bloody Valentine

To trust in you was more than I dared,
the lust was over and your novelty gone.
You lied so often I no longer cared,
my need for you diminished to non.

You let me down so many times,
I noticed and began to count,
It was then that I discovered,
you lied in a very large amount.

The temptation was great I must admit,
the thought of hurting just you.
It’s a pain that I somehow liked,
of course I know you did too.

The mirror shows clearly,
the benefits of our death.
I can smile more than yearly,
everyone has good breath.

I never realized how wonderful life was,
until the day were gone.
When you died my nightmares ended,
I could finally see the beauty of dawn.

The day your grave was filled,
the whole world took sigh.
Your silence a golden field,
everyone wanted you to die.

I visit your grave every Valentin’s day,
to celebrate the day of your murder with glee.
I cut myself and bleed on you tombstone,
so you will always remember that it was me.

Dead Beat Poet Comments

Paula Lietz 23 February 2009

A poet that takes you beneath the borders of society. Stirs with written words imagery we at most do not want to acknowledge. Yet, there is a haunting cry of despair for humanity gone astray amongst the falsehoods and materialistic of these days...of which we call life.

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