Many divert themselves with philosophies and religions to soften the stark reality of existence, but, I think, a walk through any large cemetery will impress upon the intellect the futility of life, despite the stone longings for immortality. In the end, we are only the sum of our memories, and memory is always about something that no longer exist. more »
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kendall thomas Poems
Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde went out for a ride with the Devil for a guide.
An American Prayer
I’m gonna kill, rape and plunder cause I do what I’m told to do. My government would never lie, so I do what I’m told to do.
Bukowski's Black Cat
I woke up this morning to a glimpse of delicate blue sky through gray cover. Wonderful!
The Bullet Train
We cannot stop the bullet train. It speeds along on tracks ordained. Through fire of day and fog of night
Rivers wind unnoticed through the brown hills and budding trees, where dark, little birds
All Things Beautiful
all things beautiful must someday die said the wind with a sigh
Birds Scream in Attics
I walk down marble halls that echo nothing genuine Birds scream in attics Women blacken their eyelids
Once upon a time A stone was flung across a universe By a mindless hand
Requiem for a Porn Star
While you have been dead these many years, I have heard pagan calls desiring me to lift your pale body from the sea,
A butterfly was trapped on the inside of my window. It flittered about not finding anyway out.
We entered through the narrow fjord, emerald-sloped and glittering with a silvery gleam where once sailed Viking hordes,
Sculpted in death, models on display, this mute cast shows how it was to die. The terror they knew is engraved on their faces, their prayers canceled in a pyroclastic flow.
being born is magic dying
You were there at the beginning. You saw the seed expand. You saw the rivers of blood, the rise of man.
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Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde
Bonnie and Clyde
went out for a ride
with the Devil for a guide.
In a hot V-8 Ford
they took off with a roar
machine guns by their sides.
Bonnie was neat
and very petite
and Clyde was a handsome guy.
They robbed banks and stores,
and gas stations galore,
thumbing their noses at
a world they decried.
But the law was enraged
and made plans to engage
the infamous duo someday.
And on May twenty-third
they found a way
to put an end to Bonnie and Clyde.
It was as lovers they died
sitting side ...