Two Things

Two things.
1. If you missed out on the Grand Slam, youre a bum and you missed some dope poets. Team member Jess Bailey does a sick piece on child sex slavery. It will change your life
2. Here is an excerpt from an upcoming piece

"Gladiator" - hypothetic

My eye lids are car doors on little fingers
my feet are concave lenses on tiny ant hills
and my heart beats not because it wants to
but because its the only thing it knows how to do

Prohibition

Prohibition - hypothetic/daydream

sinking
underwater you’ve dropped anchor
sea conch shells and jellyfish catch your balance
your scraping bottom
bottom feeding

lurking goons
this seabed is not meant for easy breathers
algaefied creeper can only speak in these quarters
so be wise
my lungs are your oxygen tank
breathe at your own discretion
I am not responsible

dream catchers are for nightmares
but you are chasing happy
Hansel and Gretyl have left you trails
disregard
your path is mapped by will

And each step might twist an ankle
or singe a soul
Judgement day has come
The sky cracked open
You know who has come a knocking
But you never get the chance to notice
Synesthesia essence cast over your mouth and nose
you can taste what you see
But what good is that when you are blind to the world

Pirate eye patches cast shadows on bulging sockets
A fashion statement to remain observed
Retinas fixed dilated
open hallways and open wounds to the elements
Bubble wrap casts will protect your journey
But who protects the soul

Purer than a snow white complexion
a ghost mangled in stardust
make a wish and just like that i’ll disappear
hell fire could never burn like the stinging sensation between my toes
must be all the words i deconstructed
left on the floor
so sharp they cut like knives

But you find solace in the silence
Deaf mute is more relaxing
And its a little calmer now
The waves don’t seem so high
And the gulls have come to rest
peaceful breast on peaceful tide

And the sun has begun to set on our lives
but daybreak is only one two three teardrops away
melted wax like impressions
my sight fixated on the hand-stamp I left
my prints are labyrinths
easily i get lost in the spaces I'm between
But somethings missing

i can see it on the sunset
telescopic eyes meet monocular opinions
and thievery is just my way of coping
i’d rather steal your smile than dive down deep for mine

my fingers are polyphonic
and you say that i should learn to socialize
but where would i put these weights if i was
burdened with conversation

I’d put it in my pocket
happiness would be only a handful
my lips glazed with nostalgic memories only we create
Sure there were too many names and too little spaces
So just tattoo your initials in the crevice of my mouth
where your name will always be
in the wake of my smile

Polaroid

This is part of something bigger

Polaroid - hypothetic

So here I kneel
Same parking lot, same trigger
Your ghost can hold the pistol
But don’t pull it once
And don’t pull it twice
Pull it six times
Leave nothing left to resemble me
Now take a picture

On my chest in the shape of a completed heart
I’ve etched in razor blade red my final testament
Now take a picture of this as well
Combine both photographs and mail them to the home tattooed on my wrist
Leave no return address

Gardenboy

This is a collaborative piece from the eventual sketchbook "hypothetical daydreams" by me and my friend daydream. This peace is important as it is putting a few ghosts to rest for me, but we all know they will be back for an overstayed welcome at my haunted house party. ohh they're knocking on my door right now. enjoy.

"Garden boy" ---hypothetic/daydream

she wears a sweatshirt
like the sun wears an eclipse
like boris yeltsin drank his last
vodka on the rocks

her mouth sown shut
fastened shoe laces integrated with the hope
her lips never had a chance to taste

someone give me a scalpel
I’m gonna cut these megaphones free
weed whack and realign your vocal chords
you’re screaming silence

the overgrowth has overgrown
vines entwining the space between
your esophagus and trachea
oxygen takes precedence

secondly, exhaustion
so drain some spinal fluid
its on tap
but osteoporosis and rheumatoid movements will be left as residue
bodies in repetitious movements
puzzle pieces that don’t fit but forced to get acquainted
her pelvis is a well
a mere receptacle for the
overflow from the locks and dams of rib cages and breastplates
she says whisper me something beautiful

but beauty only drips like morphine
sedating prey and laughing at those beneath it
so silence is reiterated
a sound so loud even the deaf can hear it
and ignorance will forever be encrypted in her eardrums

Every statement sitting silently
Behind Dutch walls of calcium and enamel
But delicate fingers can only hold secrets for so long
The gates have opened and I remain
A bloated memory of something kept caged

Floating
My words leak through my pores
This rivers poisoned

But you drink and I won’t stop you
So I rock you back and forth
steering clear of these cavities thriving in my molars
no dose of Novocain could defuse

Time slips, a secret
I spit and never will I ever taste this bitter sweet resurrection

salvation is fluoride, gauze and dopamine patches
band-aids only heal when mommy’s kiss can make it better
but these knees are not bruised from falling
and these chlorophyll stains can tell a story
put your ears to the ground

it has constant inconsistent rhythm
revealing ditches where only our memories and indian spirits lay
a dream catcher incognito,
rescuing gift wrapped thoughts
from this dangerous fiasco
jump out of my melting corneas or drown in my dilated cerebellum
We’ve become figurines

induced by paralysis
she is wicker rocking chairs left to weather
silent decadence on silent front porches
UV rays melt conversation at the source
nipping buds like taking lives
like stealing souls
like crossing bones
her marrow holds no nutrients
she’s as good as an empty hallways
there’s space to move
but there’s no moving her

she is permanent like scar tissue
like insects encased in amber
her will to speak is prehistoric
whip lash tongue frozen mid stride
positioned like cobras solidified

By the knowledge that she doesn’t really know
she keeps it all deep down
Just don’t acknowledge the pain
Just deny your next sip
No matter how thirsty you become

Just keep it all down
No matter how much vocal regurgitation is induced
Because the second time around
Is never quite like the first

Ambiance

Here is a new piece. This will most likely end up a collaborative piece with my friend daydream.


Ambiance - hypothetic

my next tattoo will be a light switch
so when I want
I can turn me off
and maybe i’ll even spring for one of those dimmer switches so i can at least
turn me down
like volume
the incessant noise of the
ting tinging of imaginary rain on the tin roof of my skull has left me
vulnerable to
the decibel level of my ambient thoughts and now I am
tossing and turning within the
whirlwind of bed sheets left too cold from lack of coalitioned body heat
and now I
have become an insomniac
No, an outsomniac
because I can see me sleeping
as peacefully as child soldiers in double meter deep foxholes
but this pitter patter of
make believe precipitation keeps me wide awake like its morning
only its 11:13
and its much too late for wishing
so I reach beneath my arm and bring the level down
the room is too bright for me to see
you
not next to me

hypothetic/daydream

I've been asked to collaborate with another poet and do some group pieces, so pretty soon you will be seeing more poems up here in rapid succession. yayyyy for words!!

here is another haiku to hold you over.

I’d walk through fire
If then it would make you safe
Would you put me out.


ohh and the grand slam is tomorrow, so even though I'm not in it, some of my friends are. Go support the poetry! 8pm at the Waterfront.

irony

so I have spent my turkey-day vaca in sunny Florida. and i thought that maybe i could come here and get inspired and write something new, and I did write a little, but not as much as I though I would. But I am hoping I will get onto the plane and maybe write something profound. Most likely I will just fall asleep. I better not have any fuckin layovers, I hate those things like the plague.

But one thing I did write was a little haiku. Enjoy

My skeleton is
more exo, Peal off my skin
and you wont find much

Poetic parts and broken hearts

So I went to the Herkimer CC poetry slam thursday. It was the best nights of poetry I have ever heard. Some very real poets and very beautiful pieces. It was nice to feel like I belonged somewhere. I heard the rawest poem ever that night by this poet Zev, or Zeb, or Zeph, i dont exactly know. It was about his brother, and I literally have no words to describe it.

After the show, we went to bar got trashed, and then spit some more poetry in our drunken states. I was called out for my Everest peace and had to preform that hammered, not easy.

Here is the peace I preformed at the slam itself. enjoy.

She emerged from the quicksand
a mermaid in reverse
dusting the sand from her skin
i noticed Her body had been tethered at thigh and foot
A ball of loathing and a chain of regret
drag steadily behind her
She has chosen to be helpless below the waist
But like Dorothy with 3 click click clicks
she could be free
Because her hands are free
to push to deflect and to shield
and maybe to saw her self free
But instead she keeps them frozen in this constant state of acceptance
Allowing you, me, and everyone we know to take a turn
And show her our worst
a perfectionist at remaining vulnerable
And she has chosen to be weak
To stay weak
To never hit that gym of self-esteem
And to never allow herself the endurance to lift the weights that hold her down around her neck
But I am begging you

Please
Do not waste your pity on her

She is not a muse sprung up from water
but a temptress with a tattoo for every heart that she has stolen
Something permanent
Like the red stains on the sheets
or her lipstick on my cheek

Permanence is evidence so
Protect yourself
Assume her position with arms up
But not open
I’ll be a Jedi if you be Knight
and together we can be that
bright lights flickering at the end of the tunnel

A hypocondri-addict butterfly
convinced her wings were broken
I carried her up the stairs begging for her acceptance
And she was presented

Denied my father said
Denied
He held a lantern to her eyes, and like a lighthouse
he illuminated the darkness
he illuminated the darkness allowing me to crawl into her retina
Repelling down her brain stem
I burrowed into her heart and set the charges for detonation
So that all who before me would know that I
remained unconquered
Upon my ascent I etched my initials onto that cardiac muscle
I carved deep and hard, to ensure of all those after me would know that I
Remained Pure

But I swear to you
She was my favorite CD stuck skipping
she tr tr tr tricked my mind mind mind into thinking I could save save save her
And believe me I tried
But these wings on my back are made from ink not feathers
No matter how hard you try they will not spread
so stop clawing at them in attempts to free them from my skin
I am not a godsend an angel or a lighthouse
and if you really want to see god
get out of my bed and out of my mind
I promise to drive you home
if you let me whisper you a secret
you have to save yourself

steroid usage in professional sports

at the end of this week I'm gonna put up a new piece, and probably post some comments about my trip to Herkimer CCC and the slam I will be attending.

Thanks for the comments :)

Also I am now the treasurer for the Oneonta Slam Team so here is a haiku

so bow down bitches
I am the treasurer WHAT??
give me yo money

Space Cadet

“Space Cadet (A tribute to Iron & Wine, and true love)” by: Hypothetic **(You can find the audio for this poem at www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry

“I’m thinking its a sign
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
And when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
And I’d have to speculate
that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay”

Did you ever notice how we really do fit together like we were
cast from the same mold and were only separated when it was broken
because God couldn’t bare to make a replica of the magic we would become
I’m thinking about how when you lay next to me
and there is not millimeter of distance between us because
we just fit together

Like peanut butter and fluff
Or waffles and strawberries
Have you ever looked at the globe and
traced out the outlines of continents
And then crossed the ocean and traced the outline of their partner?
I’ll be Africa if you be South America and we can cut out the distance of the ocean
I’ll put my arms around you like you like it
And we can just lay here
Every crevice between us filled with some part of the other
and if there happens to be a gap
It could only be because I’m not perfect
But I mean it when i say it
Like when I kiss you
I’m not just throwing them out there hoping they will land where you might like them

As a little boy I knew I was different
I did not throw pennies into wishing wells
praying for a mermaid
Instead I tipped my chin to the stars, blew kisses to the moon
and prayed for a goddess
Something I could worship
And I know its hypocritical
To hold something else so high
But if god made you it was with a purpose

They say that there is one person for everyone
And finding them is the hardest part
But I like to think maybe God
sprinkled you a little over here and me a little over there
providing some much needed distance knowing it was only a matter of time before we
became so overpowered by the magnetism
the natural attraction could not be fought
and we would have to submit

Because to me
Your body is a constellation
And I want to trace your stars
Plant my kisses where you burn brightest
And outline your figure with my finger tips
I wont sleep, But I’ll be right here
Never taking my eyes off of you because in the morning the magic could be gone
And will have to wait an entire day
To lie next to you again in your most beautiful form
In our bed as you glow against moonlight
Your are the my universe and I am your cosmonaut

new stuff

I am not sure if anyone actually reads this stuff or if I am just posting sweet nothings to vast expanses of the internet and not to ears.

But there will be two new pieces (one is a peace and one is a piece, you be the judge) coming soon. Probably like by the end of this week.

enjoy, who ever you may be.

--hypothetic

Two Things

1. Coheed & Cambria is the shit. Generally I have no idea what Claudio is talking about, but dude can sing and play some mean ge-tar
2. Such Great Heights is a bad ass song. Provided inspiration for the following.

This is a short peace which is taken from a not yet complete piece, But this is the most important part.

Your body is a constellation
And I want to trace your stars
Plant my kisses where you burn brightest
And outline your figure with my finger tips
I wont sleep, But I’ll be right here
Never taking my eyes off of you because in the morning the magic could be gone
And will have to wait an entire day
To lie next to you again in your most beautiful form
In our bed as you glow against moonlight
You are my universe and I am your cosmonaut

Drifting

This is just a short piece.
Maybe like other things in life it will get some attention and grow to become something bigger than it ever dreamed of.

"Drifting" - Hypothetic

We met in the bellows of a pizza shop
slaves to the Sicilians
I didn’t see it then
But she is a rowboat

Drifting about the ocean
Like the old man in the sea
She has a purpose
And it is not to float
Abandoning her paddles
checking her compass at the door
She is a true sailor

But not one of the ocean
A navigator of the open seas
A pilot of the drink
A captain of the vast expanse of nothing
In all of these you will not find her
In fact she probably knows dick about the water
But she knows how to find you

The ideal situation in which a life-guard rescues a swimmer is that they would be unconscious
She is unconscious, but I don’t know how to swim
And even if Mr. Michael Phelps teleported himself right here right now
I don’t know if I would stay for lessons

Everest

This was my first slam piece

"Everest" - Hypothetic **(You can find the audio for this poem at www.myspace.com/hypotheticpoetry

My body becomes more infectious as these years progress
Continually I reap what’s sowed but never dare digress
I have a mission in this life I cant carry to the next

I am heaven sent from Incubus
to thrust my evil hips
into anything that walks this earth
And by anything
I mean only the most vulnerable of weathered dream chasers
will catch my eye
I have exquisite taste for the down trodden

Do not judge me, my day is coming
I know what is in store for me
I have read from the scriptures and the Inferno
I have seen what lies ahead of me and this is how much I care
I am a poison here only to tempt you
So feel my putrid sting upon your lips
Taste what I have in store for you
and enjoy,
There is no warmth to be found here
I am as cold as the mountains peak
Beautiful from below
But why do you think the air is thinner at the top
You do not belong here

I will bait you with your own gaze
The wonder of what it would be like to scale these cold and jagged ridges
I am Everest, and I dare you to conquer me
You will lose more than you gain, but again the air is thin for a reason
And my faces are not littered with the memories of the corpses of those before you simply for flair

I am the moisture in your boots
the holes in your gloves
And I will expose your weakness
Making my mark known and felt I will ever so carefully break into your chest
and paint a deeper shade of red upon your heart
and you, you will feel things for me you have only read about and dreamt about and wondered how your heart could have ever kept a rhythmic beat without
Do you remember the garden you planted on the terrace
I am the frost that withered the petals
You hoped for something wonderful
But there is no beauty in the summit
As the cold will numb your judgment
I will stand atop this range recollecting on your adventures and assigning you a number
Laughing while your dying and beyond any reasonable shadow of a doubt
I Feel Nothing
I am Everest
And I dare you to conquer me

Purpose Statement?

I think I will use this as a way to post my "peace in pieces". This is what I like to call my work, as I consider the use my words as a way to explain this excuse of a world we live in, (I have borrowed the phrase from The Academy Is..., so there is credit where it is owed)

I will most likely put just about everything on here, haiku's, short pieces, slam pieces, extended pieces and random shit I will probably write about.

Leave comments, and enjoy.