EGO

Who is anyone these days... wtf are you? I know who I am.. same person I have ALWAYS been.

 

D I S T R   C T I O N S

writing t kes on it's most simple form
when it is
free from distr ction
interuption
 nd people gener lly kicking you
in the he d

but sometimes
th t's ex ctly
wh t you need to write  bout

the distr ctions

fuck the writing

 t this point it's not going
to h ppen

-lewis pplequist Sept 20th, 2011

walk away

August 29, 2011

Hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave..

what is important enough
to you that you
would walk away from
everything you know
and love in an instant
to have, to hold, to be with..

..forever.

a job,
a person,
money,
religion,
death?

there are so few
things in life I
could ever imagine
would cause me to
leave the
comfortable walls I have
built around myself

even fewer now
because now I know
that the things
I dreamt
about
and the reality of the
dream
are nothing alike

we are all so fallible
so imperfect
and cheaply made
and sold

so easily ruined
and spoiled,
like week old fruit..
pungently sweet and
disgusting on the tongue

be very wary of
the dreams you hold,
should you ever come face
to face with them
you may not like
what
you see..

‘Beware what you wish for,
you just might get it’

-Lewis Applequist Summer 2011

forgot

August 1, 2011

i don’t know
who i am
anymore

please keep
an eye out
for me

should I
not return..
sell everything

-Lewis Applequist

[August 1st, 2011: boring day at work]

 

I Remember You.. too..

July 16, 2011

I remember you-ooh
You’re the one who made my dreams come true
A few kisses ago

I remember you-ooh
You’re the one who said “I love you, too”
Yes, I do, didn’tcha know?

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember you-ooh

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Just like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember, tell them I remember
Tell them I remember you

-Slim Whitman

cats are stupid and should die

dumb dead cat

three deer, two dogs and a cat

I try to find
meaning in the mundane
like when tonight
I was walking
(I swear on this
glass of beautiful
wine)
that three deer
walked out
in front of
me
no more than fifty
feet
crossing the road

I whistled at the second
one
and he stopped
locked eyes with
me
and then was gone
behind the first
one
as I took another
step
here comes Bambi
out of the woods
HOLY HELL!!
it turned and slipped
on the pavement
went to it’s front
knees then like
√úbermensch
he launched himself
(had to be a male)
into eternity
(this poem)
and was
gone

I shook my head
and could not
believe
what I had
just seen
three deer,
what could it mean?

as I ponder this
ignorant thought
because it means
*nothing*
there were the two
dogs
(typically there)
and I stomp, shush
them
and they
GO AWAY..
as I approach my
very humble
abode
there goes my
Nemesis
the gray
cat..

I fucking hate that cat.

-Lewis Applequist May 16th, 2011
Margaret, Alabama

bacon & unicorns

May 13, 2011

i fucking hate the direction America is taking

bacon and unicorns
unicorns and bacon

something is seriously wrong
with a generation who
(while making bacon flavored EVERYTHING)
promote good health
and worship unicorns and
rainbows

i get the humor
i really do
but the sad part is
I don’t think they do

while boys look like
girls
and girls act like
boys
(which btw, the 70s already did, think ABBA)
it seems that we are losing
our fucking minds

talking lizards fight
deep voiced
white friendly
African Americans
to sell us
car insurance
while Lady GaGa
humps dead unicorns
on stage
covered in Jew blood
singing about who knows what

should the 2012 apocalypse
save us from ourselves
what will be our legacy?
plastic water bottles
violence
and cartoon sex on TV?

the Mayans knew something
and you can bet your
sugartits
that it had nothing to do
with unicorns
and
bacon

bring on the sacrifices
let’s start with the
crooked CFOs running
our economy to shit
while posting record
profits on the backs
of the working class
then we will move on to
the religious fanatics
who bring NOTHING to the
table but more misery
and despair, FUCK YOU,
then we will move on to
HollyYork and all the
crap films they crank out
with their subliminal
messages that we’re not
good enough, strong enough,
rich enough or beautiful,
FUCK YOU,
last but not least come
the cowards who sit back
and allow this to happen,
people like YOU, and ME,
we deserve dull blades
across our throats while
watching it streamed live
via THE INTERWEBz, in 3D,
right in front of our faces.

it’s not too late,
we can defeat,
BACON and UNICORNs,
but we have to start
working on it sometime,
when we get a moment..
send me a txt and I’ll
check my calendar,
maybe we can fit it into
next weeks schedule or maybe
next month.. yeah, that
works better for me.

Oh, don’t think for one second
I forgot:

PIGS WILL BE HURT IN THE MAKING
OF THIS REVOLUTION!

-Lewis Applequist May 13th, 2011

GOD HATES ALABAMA

3:15:20 AM Tuesday May 3rd, 2011

I awake with a muffled
yelp,
I was dreaming about
riding in the car with
Leigh and we nearly hit
a bus.

(it happens, bus strikes that is)

I see shadows under the door
and get up to investigate
and start separating dream
from reality
like separating the backing
from an old sticker
it’s not always easy to tell
whats what.

Once I find my flip-flops
and a cut off pair of
jogging pant shorts I
pair them together with
a wife beater and begin my
investigation.

I find one son, awake,
watching Law & Order
Early Morning Victims Unit.
Three pairs of livingroom
dwelling shoes, two tennis,
one sandal and the discarded
couch turned bed I had orginally
fell asleep on after yesterday’s
excercise session.

Questioning why I cannot find
any of my network books to study
I decide that time wasted looking for
said books could be put to use
writing,
so here is what I am able to share
with you at 3:25:12 AM.

A half-assed poem from
America’s Earliest Rising Poet,
no hang over,
no major suffering to speak of at
the moment.

I am a Network Engineer,
who knows that there is
no money in
poetry,
but maybe one day
fame,
which is better than any raise
I could ever hope to get from
being a Network Engineer.

Coffee is getting cold.
I need a bath.
Alabama’s has been destroyed
by a series of tornadoes,
and I can’t see past the end
of my own nose.

You can bet your fucking ass
I’m going to make it..

-Lewis Applequist, May 2nd, 2011

1 of 1000

April 18, 2011

while you sing of
love I lean back
and spread
the fat of my belly
flat
and laugh

how the hell would
I ever be able to
write 20 poems
much less
1000

so I guess I will
listen to flutes
and lutes and the
giggling of a girl
over a looped beat
and pound them
out 1 by 1

can the muse ever stay
when sober
I wonder
if she was here all
along
whispering in my ear
as I downed the one thing
that silenced her

too deep?

oh well, suck it..

1 down

999 to go

-Lewis Applequist Feb 23rd 2011

22

April 18, 2011

Contrary to what
we have been taught
through the likes
of Judeo-Christian texts
I KNOW, even the wise owl
wonders over
the mysteries of
his soul

Filled with emotions
while alive,
instinctively filled with fear
over death,
though a beast and inhuman,
he has a conscious of soul
belief in good and evil
and dreams of days of
never ending happiness

As he wonders, and ponders
why, he is filled with
strength and a feeling
of content when he finds
his partnership with
his sex mate,
from which procreating is barely
scratching the mysteries
of The Universe.

Until the time comes when
we all return to where we
began we will always be
misunderstood, man and woman alike,
Our love can know no bounds
It cannot be contained in words
or within a ring of gold
or through binding of hands.

The Owl asks for all eternity,
‘Who? Who?’
Who can know the answer to love,
life,
death,
The Universe,
sex and it’s ability to forever
bind us to those we share it with?

When The Dark One
takes us in his wings
and whispers,
‘It is time’,
only then will The Universe
reveals itself and it’s
mysteries, only then will
The Owl sleep, it’s question answered.

-Lewis Applequist April 2011

almost, no, not quite

April 18, 2011

my mind is embalmed in
a never relenting
haze of half-assery
and to-do lists
never to be ‘do’d’

why torment myself
over this shit
something I care so
little about now seems
to fucking consume me

setting goals is one
thing
lifting a finger to achieve
them is
something
else

ah balls!
why bother
why muse?
why the torture
the thoughts of
escaping

a life full of
almosts

almost a marine
almost a pilot
almost a ccna
almost a poet
almost

done

-lewis applequist april 4th 2011

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