i’m sorry

but i can’t have you around

with accusations

saying i yelled

i was in the hallway late at night

walking outside to quiet darkness

i couldn’t yell

there was no room

whisper harshly



always control

to be accused


of yelling

you don’t get it and not many would


no shit

the minute someone

some bloody whiny half-retarded idiot

decided that i





how could i?

i would have woken up half the building

but it’s always my word against theirs

and the crazy person always loses

behind wire bars

so i can’t afford to have you around

screaming that the sky is falling

it hurts


it hurts!

but being shut away

on the basis of turkey lies

and mitigated spite

hurts more



have opened up one more blog on blogspot…..and yes, i am THAT insane…..

but this blog will NOT be on poetry…..but deal with current events and my own warped view of what’s going on in the world.

it’s not artsy fartsy, basically bare bones and tell-it-like-it-is. if you want to take a minute to check it out, here is the link: http://eebrinker.blogspot.com/

am getting a little tired of poetry…..and most the time it seems like one big struggle to get folks to understand where you’re coming from. i love playing with the words, and it has taught me a lot. will still probably throw out a verse now and then.

am also getting pretty tired of myspace. today, even when not logged in, but with one of my browser windows open to their page, it screwed up and slowed down everything i was trying to do on other sites….and then when i try to close the myspace page out, three more open up with their ad pages….they have gotten WAY too clever with their tracking and advertisement ploys. don’t like the turn they’ve taken……not at all, not at all……

that’s all i have to say for now…..going to take a break for a day or two and try to get my page design gallery off the ground….

a big thanks to those reading…..you know who you are. have a happy week 🙂

Bipolar Savior

True passion is extremes
When the grass turns all shades of yellow
Because craving matches thirst
Amounts of hate
Give love its greater depth
The more it takes to achieve
The more songs will feel

Standing on a rooftop
The building downtown
Condemned long ago
Looking out over earth
And sky
And your ignorance

Beauty is not in every color
But in one contrast
For pleasure is real
Because passion lives
At the edge of blue
Reaching into the darkest of pinks
From one border of every sunrise
Into the plains of forgiveness that forget
While sorrow never felt sharper
Holding onto injustice
Soaking deliverance
Sure of life’s travesty
Gripping every knowledge
Every day outside of nature to resolve

One more departure
One more absolute
Folding inward
Smoldering outward
Broken through each aspect
To where I reach you

Finding humility
In cold drops
Of a heart’s true blood
Love from ecstasy
An exit from your circle
Yes! A circle is not a good thing

Did you watch the Lion King
Too many fucking times?

Every nightmare you ever believed in
Every rock you forgot to turn
Each answer
Each growing need for salvation
You lost
You dream of a repetition
Holding onto the darkest of truths
In a jungle of condemnation

Never mind the reality of wisdom
Never mind the stupidity
Wrapped within those turns
Reasons for escape
Drinking an abject sunrise
Distributing warmth for divine contrast
Marking trails
Upon destruction of the round

Chasing tails
Loving only your own
Circular universe

Save us within the breaking!
Save us!

The only savior
The only One
Rests on the back of each champion
Each believer
Each world

Of ups
And downs

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