tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114290622024-02-20T12:00:37.869-08:00Forbidden PoetryChris Steven YoungChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-77069397663784057112018-03-31T13:42:00.000-07:002020-05-16T14:09:47.163-07:00Longing For The Home StarSpiritual reckoning<br />
The rules of the world change<br />
Look back on life<br />
The good and the bad<br />
A moment of clarity<br />
Things go out of control<br />
Following a higher power<br />
Living on a lower planet<br />
Beauty is fragile and fleeting here<br />
A temporary thing<br />
An aching desire<br />
Longing for the home star<br />
Need to sleep<br />
Time to goChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-9992005632367957892018-02-28T14:35:00.000-08:002020-04-12T14:37:35.393-07:00Red Lipstick, Part 2Hi war buddy<br />
We have not spoken in a while<br />
And I sure as hell miss your smile<br />
Remember when we first met<br />
All those years ago<br />
Your face was always aglow<br />
You sure are a charismatic lady<br />
We always found each other in a crowd<br />
Amidst the music so loud<br />
You wore your red lipstick so proud<br />
And our eyes locked<br />
Bodies brushing against each other<br />
Halcyon days of yesteryear<br />
Emblazoned on my mindChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-48955000217074795632018-01-31T09:42:00.000-08:002020-04-12T09:52:41.311-07:00RIPAssassins<br />
Beyond the control of an artist<br />
One killed a man of music<br />
Shot him in front of his building<br />
Another shot the president<br />
The president laughed and recovered<br />
Yet another shot and killed an actress<br />
His obsession with her beauty deranged<br />
Is a book to blame?<br />
No<br />
A psychopath wears no leash<br />
The insane need no reasons<br />
The rational is incompatible with the demented<br />
RIPChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-39193001181391356532017-12-31T09:22:00.000-08:002020-04-12T09:39:51.799-07:00They Would Dance To The Old SongsShe went into the woods<br />
With that man<br />
They watched old movies<br />
Meditated<br />
Wrote<br />
She was looking for a mentor<br />
He was in the presence of his muse perhaps?<br />
Speculation<br />
They would dance to the old songs<br />
He shared his work with her...somewhat<br />
And then lunch in town with his friends<br />
Embarassing?<br />
Cannot let go of the past<br />
The past defines a life...apparentlyChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-60154312424966305672017-11-30T09:12:00.000-08:002020-04-12T09:21:10.988-07:00Was It Really Christmas?We had some good times<br />
We had some laughs<br />
Forget me not in my death<br />
Your visage captivates me<br />
Struggle to survive<br />
Pain pain pain<br />
The after hours club is humorous<br />
I gave you the harmonica as a gift<br />
Chromatic<br />
Was it really Christmas?<br />
I was asked to leave<br />
Thanks for getting me a ride<br />
And then you kicked a man<br />
We were both eighty-sixedChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-27848056436915405872017-10-31T09:08:00.000-07:002020-04-12T09:09:57.117-07:00Perhaps You Were My DaughterIsolation<br />
Desolation<br />
Savage planet<br />
Forever more?<br />
Spirit guide beckons me<br />
To be tested once again<br />
Earth is a nursery<br />
We are toddlers stumbling<br />
The planetary playpen<br />
Your hugs are warm<br />
I believe I knew you from another life<br />
Perhaps you were my daughter<br />
We help each other along the road<br />
Pick each other up and move onChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-51290605091799776352017-09-30T19:57:00.000-07:002017-09-30T20:01:54.069-07:00Crazy Spiritual DroughtNothing to use<br />
Nothing to see<br />
Life in a world<br />
Struggling to be<br />
Going for what we can get<br />
Money or fame or sex<br />
Cheap thrills on a thin dime<br />
Like my new shoes<br />
Like my new shirt<br />
As long as no one gets too hurt<br />
Drugs go in any orifice<br />
Like a non-sexual orgasm<br />
Gripping the fence<br />
Hey now let us rub one out<br />
The day is not spent<br />
A crazy American Dream<br />
Running out of time<br />
Frame it all for notoriety<br />
As art for the jaded<br />
Spin it all out<br />
Crazy spiritual drought<br />
Then you come back<br />
After a year or two<br />
And I am glad I am not dead<br />
We get back in bed<br />
Sex and hugs<br />
For hours and hours<br />
Day and night<br />
Until you departChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-26878948045404994902017-08-31T08:47:00.000-07:002020-04-12T09:00:11.109-07:00What Is The Word?Surrender to the pain<br />
To the hopelessness<br />
Exit the earth<br />
The soul radiates its escape<br />
Karma comes crushing down<br />
Crashing into our consciousness<br />
No one is really ever alone<br />
Time and space are a dream<br />
Strangled by existence<br />
To learn learn learn<br />
Riding the cacophony of life<br />
Are you still listening?<br />
I feel your presence near<br />
What is the word?Chris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-81918347926699876902017-07-09T12:10:00.000-07:002017-07-09T12:10:25.790-07:00And Her Wicked Smile Broke Through My HeartOnce upon a time in Hollywood<br />
I met a golden hair beauty<br />
Energy exploded off of her like an A-Bomb<br />
A flurry of reckless abandon<br />
Set to a rock and roll soundtrack<br />
Punk rock was her middle name<br />
I lost myself in her hazel green eyes<br />
And her wicked smile broke through my heart<br />
Life became an adventure with her<br />
As if when I met her I was born again<br />
My old life simply prelude to a new reality<br />
There was pain in her soul<br />
Pain that escaped from her being<br />
Violent exodus of emotion<br />
Extremely prescient of what was to come<br />
But I still remember the early days with her<br />
When legend was not set in stone<br />
The energy of youth unrestrained<br />
Holding her hand at the bar<br />
Now those times seem distant<br />
Clouded by earthly concerns<br />
Eclipsed by a raging mad planet<br />
Lost in the night<br />
Yet time and space are illusion<br />
Galaxies a mirage<br />
Evil a shadow<br />
Love the only truth<br />
Love to be embraced<br />
All that we ever hadChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-71574723314170741402017-06-30T05:14:00.000-07:002018-10-09T05:29:37.058-07:00Blue Eyes That Haunt The NightFerocious tiger lying in wait<br />
Blue eyes that haunt the night<br />
Soft skin to ensnare her prey<br />
She closes in for the kill<br />
First she makes him beg<br />
Then proceeds to destroy him body and soul<br />
Her teeth draw blood<br />
All he knows is pain and shame<br />
Her sadism controls his masochistic tendencies<br />
She pushes his limits<br />
He screams in pain and agony<br />
She enjoys his demise<br />
His last whimperings<br />
His last breathChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-44072328853663733192017-05-31T11:19:00.000-07:002018-09-02T11:36:01.836-07:00You Cried Tears Of Sorrow On My ShirtI know you feel pain<br />
Lost in depression<br />
Days on end<br />
Curled up in your bed<br />
Contemplating death<br />
Your hands tight around your shoulders<br />
I held you in my arms<br />
You cried tears of sorrow on my shirt<br />
Sobbing into the stillness of night<br />
Ripped apart by the moon<br />
Isolated in the dark<br />
Now I cannot get to you in your room<br />
The doors are locked<br />
As is your heartChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-79167775028476913252017-04-30T11:03:00.000-07:002018-09-02T11:17:19.373-07:00Burning What Is Left Of My FeelingsDevastation<br />
Paradise pulling away<br />
Do not know<br />
What could I have done?<br />
Situation dead<br />
Crowned by depression<br />
Darkness in the heart<br />
Filtered through the soul<br />
Painful love<br />
Awash in blood<br />
I handled it before<br />
Now it returns with new fire<br />
Burning what is left of my feelings<br />
Leaving smoke and ash of remorseChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-10854097342595782782017-03-31T10:20:00.000-07:002018-05-03T10:45:49.870-07:00Souls Are Created By Blinding LoveThe truth<br />
Black holes give birth to stars<br />
Stars die in black holes<br />
Stars give birth to planets<br />
Gas giant planets give birth to moons<br />
The universe is eternal and infinite<br />
The soul is an orb of light<br />
My soul is encased in a human body<br />
The human body is a machine<br />
An incredibly complex machine<br />
DNA is a code and a program<br />
Each cell is a system<br />
Souls are created by blinding love<br />
Bodies, plants, and rocks are placed on earth<br />
The air we breathe is a gift from the gods<br />
We live many lives<br />
Some move forward and learn the truth<br />
Others choose to fall<br />
The soul can climb to a dizzying height<br />
In the fourth dimension there is no time<br />
There are countless worlds with humanoids<br />
The universe is teeming with life<br />
All kinds of disparate beings<br />
A soul may occupy your cat<br />
In order to be near you<br />
In order to be dear to you<br />
Earth is a lower planet<br />
Aim for utopia<br />
Do the right thing and let go of the badChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-65713530938464506152017-02-28T06:17:00.000-08:002018-01-08T06:40:22.009-08:00Satan Himself Could Make No Better BargainHeroin<br />
Burning breasts<br />
Smoking in the night<br />
Smell of incense from church<br />
The drug takes hold of all senses<br />
All pain is washed away<br />
Completely flushed out<br />
Like a psychic enema<br />
Two years of relief<br />
Time to remove the beatings of the past<br />
Now to destroy every unkind word<br />
Erase every savage look<br />
Induce a feeling of peace and gratitude<br />
Oh infernal narcotic!<br />
Numb the very soul<br />
Satan himself could make no better bargain<br />
Embrace her in the throes of euphoria<br />
A pagan in the wintry evening<br />
Surrender to the morphine passion!<br />
The poppies so red<br />
The blood so scarlet<br />
The moon so bright<br />
Take her hand and guide her<br />
Flow through her veins<br />
All negativity wanes<br />
The choker she wears is black<br />
The dress she wears is black<br />
The funeral is avoided<br />
This time aroundChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-77841590521934835182017-01-31T18:03:00.000-08:002017-12-10T18:27:55.328-08:00Festering In The WindLiving in the darkness<br />
Devoid of truth<br />
Horses with blinders on<br />
The blind leading the blind<br />
Ego takes hold of the soul<br />
Defects burning like hot coals<br />
Greed, envy and hate<br />
Festering in the wind<br />
Need to let go of negativity<br />
Forgive others and ourselves<br />
Or else be damned<br />
The cat is warm and furry<br />
I feel the purring heartbeat<br />
Given to me for comfort<br />
So I do not feel alone<br />
A gift from the gods<br />
As is the blonde<br />
With full beautiful lips<br />
And luscious soft skin<br />
Engaging me in her orbit<br />
Our souls entwining<br />
I will venture into the night<br />
The cool crisp air will engulf me<br />
As I seek her out for comfort<br />
The alcohol easing my anxiety<br />
The day's concerns fading to dust<br />
All tension and illness swept away<br />
It is in the wind<br />
She makes me whole againChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-15693762246667357052016-12-12T20:57:00.001-08:002016-12-12T20:57:20.385-08:00Memories In Mind And In HeartDeath is not the end<br />
He was there when I needed a friend<br />
Dark nights long ago<br />
Riding on his motorcycle together<br />
Through the L.A. streets<br />
I showed him Hollywood and Downtown<br />
He wore a gold chain from nose to ear<br />
I shoved the safety pin through his ear lobe<br />
Hanging out at Al's Bar<br />
Eventually we got a car<br />
We jammed on bass and guitar<br />
I sang him songs like we were stars<br />
Debauched nights and storied days<br />
Together we even got laid<br />
He was like a brother and always there<br />
At the movies<br />
At my first performance<br />
He taught me how to drive<br />
Wild times defined us then<br />
Plenty of beer and wine and gin<br />
Cigarette smoke in the air<br />
Powder, herb on a dare<br />
When I had nowhere to go<br />
He would go with me<br />
And vice versa<br />
Then one day we drifted apart<br />
All that was left was the art<br />
Memories in mind and in heart<br />
Until we meet on the other sideChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-21953841188905619542016-11-30T04:08:00.000-08:002017-04-17T04:25:18.883-07:00Getting Blown By A Librarian Is The Best Way To LearnWe are not alone<br />
Living in a bubble<br />
In denial of the truth<br />
Happy and satisfied<br />
Playing with bones<br />
Ego and drama<br />
Reminds me of trauma<br />
Taking ourselves so seriously<br />
Pyramids and face<br />
Mars is a freaky place<br />
We are on a pretty little rock<br />
Wrapped up in our lives<br />
That is alright<br />
But it is one bloody fight<br />
Centuries of violence<br />
Free will<br />
But in the end<br />
We can only save our individual selves<br />
Eternal and infinite<br />
Universe<br />
Each planet seeded<br />
Millions of years<br />
Truth is hidden<br />
Among our dreams<br />
Does anyone remember their screams?<br />
First thought, best thought<br />
Getting blown by a librarian<br />
Is the best way to learn<br />
Don't you think so?Chris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-18422725063469009262016-10-31T03:49:00.000-07:002017-04-17T04:06:56.627-07:00Mixing My Eyes With Shards Of Broken GlassRemember when we used to lie in bed<br />
Talking through the sinking night?<br />
You are like a kitten<br />
A little girl<br />
I can see the emotion on your face<br />
In your heart is something<br />
I cannot trace<br />
Ambivalent physicality<br />
You threaten to hit me<br />
And rip out my eyes<br />
Mixing my eyes with shards<br />
Of broken glass<br />
OK<br />
Your violent fantasies intrigue me<br />
Then you stand before me<br />
Looking pure as an angel<br />
To where has the demon fled?<br />
Perhaps hiding underneath the bed<br />
I move to leave<br />
But you want a hug<br />
You hug hard<br />
I let go before you do<br />
And you look upset<br />
Out the door<br />
Winding through the daylight<br />
Old streets<br />
Same as before<br />
Life is a door<br />
That leads me back to youChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-26143809896892736402016-09-30T03:32:00.000-07:002017-04-17T03:48:05.108-07:00Idle Threats Washed Up On The RocksStunning beauty<br />
Raw and focused<br />
Read my mind<br />
Forsaken on the Boulevard<br />
Like some primeval cat<br />
Arms and legs<br />
All over the place<br />
I held you tightly<br />
You whispered in my ear<br />
OK<br />
We both knew<br />
I could never hurt you<br />
Idle threats washed up on the rocks<br />
Of my cocktail glass<br />
You have me by the balls of my soul<br />
And I have your eternal trust<br />
Lust<br />
We kiss each other on the face<br />
Sometimes I vomit in disgrace<br />
Urine puke and feces<br />
All over this damn place<br />
But it feels like home<br />
Home of the deranged<br />
"Don't look at me"<br />
"Stop looking at me"<br />
Does it feel like visual rape?<br />
Take a picture<br />
It will last longer<br />
A nice portraitChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-87283259423984523082016-08-31T03:16:00.000-07:002017-04-17T03:29:14.672-07:00Swirling StormBlack pants<br />
Black shirt<br />
Black beret<br />
Black shoes<br />
Dirty blonde hair<br />
Black lipstick<br />
I sit watching you<br />
Drinking vodka and Kahlua<br />
On the rocks<br />
Cherries on top<br />
Corona beer with lime<br />
All of the time<br />
Without you this place is dead<br />
Without you there is death<br />
Death of the soul and heart<br />
Death of the mind<br />
I remember you sitting on my lap<br />
Like a kitty Kat<br />
My cock hardening against your ass<br />
Lass<br />
I remember kissing you on the mouth<br />
You kiss hard<br />
Bring out my Bard<br />
You hit me hard on my toes<br />
Rap your knuckles against mine<br />
That fucking hurts<br />
Makes me forget<br />
The swirling storm<br />
Inside meChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-68323211680405579382016-07-31T16:35:00.000-07:002017-02-25T11:35:07.600-08:00Let Us Drink To Loneliness Some Other NightFacial recognition<br />
Including your eyes<br />
Standing there above me<br />
No need for lies<br />
Tethered together forever<br />
Eternity is a long fucking time<br />
Why so many lines?<br />
Happenstance surrounds our lives<br />
Let us drink to loneliness some other night<br />
Wrestling with you during the morning light<br />
Why do you bite your nails?<br />
To cover up your crimes?<br />
I would rather be here with you<br />
No need for names or games<br />
Dance with me in the street<br />
So dark and alone<br />
We own it<br />
I cut out early last time<br />
Nausea took hold of me<br />
Outside it was so cold<br />
You are so bold and take hold<br />
The streets will lead me back to you<br />
Like Henry and Anais<br />
Blood and vomit on the sidewalk<br />
Waiting to be washed away<br />
Urine in the gutter<br />
I knew her once<br />
"Don't try" is what Hank said<br />
It is there or notChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-68405958459262886152016-06-30T20:14:00.000-07:002016-12-18T20:39:32.314-08:00As We Leave TogetherIn love<br />
With all<br />
The simple ways you keep me<br />
And not<br />
Because<br />
Of the myriad ways you deceive them<br />
And tell them we are just friends<br />
I do not think a lot<br />
About growing up<br />
I know<br />
Deep down<br />
Under your facade<br />
You spin the world to your liking<br />
I remember<br />
My shock<br />
When I realized<br />
It was all by your design<br />
I do not feel so hot<br />
When I am throwing up<br />
Maybe my liver will persevere<br />
Through centuries<br />
Without any fear<br />
But I am not going to stop<br />
As long as you show up<br />
Take me by my heart<br />
And do with me what you will<br />
Start an emotional war<br />
For a sadistic thrill<br />
As we leave togetherChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-16757354998916748342016-05-31T19:05:00.000-07:002016-12-18T19:24:34.048-08:00Like Some Overwhelming DestinyOn the streets<br />
In a dream<br />
That could never happen to anyone else<br />
In a bar<br />
In a car<br />
Waiting for the sun to rise<br />
With the gaze of your eyes<br />
That see right through me<br />
Send me<br />
Through the night<br />
As we fight<br />
To keep existence at bay<br />
Like some overwhelming destiny<br />
You and I are here<br />
Without any fear<br />
Living the story we chose<br />
Even though you do not remember<br />
Anything from our distant past<br />
I will show you everything in our souls<br />
That I know<br />
Is too difficult to bear<br />
What will you do?<br />
Deny all that too?<br />
You can sing<br />
You can dance<br />
And forget everything we have done<br />
But where will we go from here?<br />
How many times to wipe your tears?<br />
And I kiss your pain awayChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-67031903651593521562016-04-30T04:18:00.000-07:002016-10-18T04:49:48.940-07:00Confessions Of A Hollywood Gutter Poet, Part 3You crouch and urinate in the gutter<br />
Sunset Boulevard<br />
Two in the morning<br />
Sunday mourning<br />
Take a ride<br />
To a cluttered place<br />
Take off your shoes<br />
Hike up your skirt<br />
Your caramel skin is soft<br />
Little black dress<br />
Sleep a while<br />
And at daybreak it starts<br />
Hands on your smooth legs<br />
Rubbing against your backside<br />
My feet against your feet<br />
The soles of your feet are incredibly soft<br />
As is your butt<br />
Hide your face in the pillow<br />
Your hands have strange tattoos<br />
I take you in my arms<br />
Kiss your face<br />
Shove my hand between your thighs<br />
And work your clitoris and vagina until wet<br />
Your pussy is shaved<br />
I scratch my nails on the bristles of hair<br />
I start rubbing my cock and balls against you<br />
Rhythmically against your soft butt and back<br />
You start gyrating back and forth to the motion<br />
And I come on your assChris Steven Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05164871815497988714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11429062.post-78162106917745450822016-03-31T00:54:00.000-07:002016-10-17T06:12:11.204-07:00Forever In Her GazeThis planet is in a rage<br />
Souls torn from the page<br />
Owners are enraged<br />
Slaves in a cage<br />
Materialism phase<br />
I think I need to piss<br />
Has it come to this<br />
You are such a pretty witch<br />
Maybe our love will miss<br />
And all the knowledge is for sale<br />
I would rather be a whale<br />
I watch so many people fail<br />
Hatred brings us down<br />
Like a cosmic sound<br />
And fucks us all around<br />
Forever in her gaze<br />
I am lost in her maze<br />
Her beauty can enrage<br />
Pierce me with her eyes<br />
Fuck the vagrant lies<br />
Maybe she is wise<br />
Out in the desert<br />
Sitting in the dirt<br />
Nothing will hurt<br />
Nipples are still pert<br />
Hallucinogens can be fun<br />
If she is the one<br />
Second to none<br />
Until it all is done<br />
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