DASH CROWLEY - POEMS

Dash Crowley: Frugivore; Artist; Son of Man; Other Superfluous Labels

A. D. D

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                        : ATTENTION !
I have a deficit –
Mine, stolen by
                        : MEDIOCRITY !
Mine, attention! VVVV
                          Centering mine,
                          Affection;
The entirety of the species
            Self-included--
                        : ATTENTION !
                        :
                        :
                        :
Association Complete
DISENGAGE –
 
            :
            :

• EVACUTION…

:
:
            :::
COMPLETE
___

BFF
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​They say:
            Misery loves company
            ((Misery loves companies))
 
But here I sit stoically,
            In a state of
                        Solitaire –
 
                        Confined to remind
Me of my shame; ain’t that just a cryin’ shame
                        So easy to regret;
            So much harder to repent;
And even more so to ascend.
 
They say:
            Misery and me,
We should play checkers in the park –
Or take long walks in the dark –
Or clip coupons for the Wal-mart –

“Offensive”

​I am the great, and powerful, OFFENDER!
            Donning a badge of guilt and shame.
                        Which includes my height,
                                                And name.
Though they’ve gotten the height wrong. I
Never bothered to tell…HAHA!
 
For I?
            I am a grand and terrible OFFENDER!
                        Shudder helplessly before
                                                My splendor!
            A true monster!
            Right from Hell, itself.
 
 -----Please do not feed the animals ----

 

Tyrannosaurus RX
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​When the chemicals kick in:
            There is no self-doubt –
            There is no question of
                        Purpose –
            There is no voice to tell
                        How time is to
                        Be spent or where--
(all in one place, thank you)
When the chemicals kick in:
            I
                        Am
                                    God
                                                ----

Pretending Someone Knows

​– Discovering truth amidst the mountains
                       Of damnation; eternally bound by fire. –
– In youth springs forth the fountains
                      ( apparently bottomless ) of motivation. –
– Only deviation screamed out in choirs;
                      Problem solving skills, avoidant –
                        --       Less than anything to count on    --
-- Recovering lost cities; of souls and sinful
                        Tendency; of betrayal and of hate –
– Buried deep somewhere inside of the whole
                      Undeniable grace flows so much like wine –
– Hidden by an over-abundance of His name
                      Relayed by no one so devoutly inclined –
            --       That being a far-off topic at any rate –
– The matter of fact is the fact of the game
                       We play, pretending someone knows the rules –
– Return_
             Return_
                        Return to Elohim;
                        To the source___
                        ____before everything falls apart.