The Birth of a Poet

"I flail my souls somber new whisper up the stairs, Stomp upon slide we feel like mother’s soft gentle breath in the cool tingled mist, Making the song of god crackling in the beat of voices, we stop t..."

"I am a pacified junkie whore, Yield to the float I come back again and again, Today is the last day of the words future, Getting calm, Move like the silky eloquent breathing sauna of hot fire, and dai..."

"Blind man walking into a burning fire, Crazed, dazed and fucking insane, Come on people! Join my game. I swarm to kill and hide, You hurt me and eye for eye, My people scream and what do you do? Com..."

"In an instant my mind becomes a tool of the infinite, It reveals itself as gentle Mona Lisa with a kick, I am transformed into a panic-stricken bear with the heart of a cool lamb, Perhaps it is the m..."

"The day of humor is amongst us. It is true and filled of satirical stories of far past. Poop. E.J.Karlson November 30th, 2001 Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 03:46 PM PST   0 • 14"

"Stay straight and go pure, Make right and play the prayer, Feel stiff and take it hard, Make real and fake the twist, Choose your thought but not your fate, Walking saint and take that slap, Think Fre..."