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.