Buttercups woven through red stringy hair
Mangled hands and tapestry everywhere
Sadness and joy and laughter and lust
Dew drops in meadows and trucks turned to rust
There's beauty in everything, from garbage to gold
The moon in the daytime, the young and the old
There's love all around us, just reach out and feel
Cast out your line, if you get a bite reel
Cuz you might have caught the very best thing of all
An inner love for yourself that you'll never let fall

What the eff is up with this site?
Why is it most people on the front page can't write?
Folks just babble on and on...
Or spit out a two line poem
Which is fine if it's a two punch knockout
Instead of sounding like a grammar school dropout
And why do certain things get so many views?
I can't seem to get more than two
Post crap if you want, if that's what people write
But they should give everybody a chance on this site
So I don't write about flowers or blather on about paint
So I don't pretend to be something I ain't
We should all have a voice here, The good and the bad
The silly, the happy, the lost and the sad
So come on hellopetry, give gutter poets a try
If you'd rise just a bit, we could meet eye to eye.

Was once lively
Now not
Was well known
Now forgot
Born to thrive
And born to rot
But coffee's right
down the block...

I had an x-ray the other day
and they found you in a special place
Figured I'd tell you just in case
you were lost...

I am a comedy
A walking calamity
Just miscellaneously here

I have a tragedy
Living inside of me
Always in paralyzing fear

I am a mystery
Already history
And I just want out of here

I am a comedy
A walking calamity
Just miscellaneously here

I have a tragedy
Living inside of me
Always in paralyzing fear

I am a mystery
Already history
And I just want out of here

Blast off
3 2 1 goodbye
They already packaged me
And shipped me down the line
So, tell the family
They've got blood to hide
They already labeled me...
history

*******
3 2 1 goodbye