Gringo Loco's blog: "Poetry"

End of the World Man is obsolete Discerning man from machine Our world, obsolete

A Needle in a Halo As souls bow their heads, they praise what they do not know. The leaders are double faced but you see only one. As the curtain goes down, they reveal the truth to few. Their actions shock the followers, but no wrong is seen. The unjust are not persecuted while the victims are shunned. The world cries to see the truth. How can men so high in the eyes of the believers be so wrong and hell bound.

How the World Sees Me (4.24.02) I am the abnormal in this world, I say spook, is what I am others say Goth is more like it. Many souls see the shell, but few see the truth that lies within. I have the kindness of a saint and the hatred of all, but I am me. I am who I am by those who treasure this soul, not by those who disregard it. I have seen the darkness that this world creates; I choose neither darkness nor the path of light. The things I do make me; my actions, thoughts, and feelings, all make me, no other but myself.

The White Room (4.8.02) My mind is lost, Lost among the people Lost among these rooms. I open my eyes to see one color but all I see is white. I close my eyes to escape but it fails, it is still white Day after day, Week after week, I see white. My dreams are white; the food I eat is white, No other color but white. I live my life among nothing, my days are spent sitting, Sitting in this white room.

What a Buzz As the bee buzzes through the air. He buzzes too and fro avoiding what may be. He goes to land and the buzz becomes louder. Until the bee becomes charred and buzzes no more.

Still Missing You As I awake in this world, I try and focus my sight, Hoping to find a beauty of this world. Almost blind due to the fact of her missing, Hoping my heart will beat once more. Searching endlessly but never finding what I seek, Hoping to find a beauty I have lost. Wandering without knowing, Hoping without wishing. Words echo in my head Repeating like a skipping record. Hoping to hear other words than “I’m still missing you”

Endless Sleep (7.24.04) Eyes slowly gazing to see the world. Breaths become slow and unfulfilling. The texture of the soil consumes the skin. Mother earth swallows another traveler for the great beyond.

Untitled 3 (11.11.04) A world covered in darkness, Never seeing light. A glimmer of light sparkles In the distance. A figure appears Within the light. The world slowly Becomes lit. New wonders arise While darkness withers. Love and beauty Are seen across the world. A world of darkness no longer, Only a world of beauty.

Untitled 2 (3.14.02) As My fingertips wander I feel many things, Some are soft and beautiful While others are sharp and jagged, As my finger-tips move ever-so I search for someth'n beautiful, Something as beautiful as this world, What I know is beatiful is now out of reach But now the beauty is gone, My hand is still extended Always reaching for the beauty Even when it no longer exists.

Untitled 1 3.12.02 As I open my ears to this world I hear a strange sound, A sound that is not from my world A sound that brings sharp chills to the spine, I hear screams of pain I hear screams of pleasure The screams of this world mystafy me, They make a void in my presence They make a want in my soul, The screams make my blood boil The screams make my fantasy The screams of this world bring me pleasure.