"Do" ( Contact ! )

 Yes

I was awakened from my millionth year of 

Satan sleep

it was so black

but then

i saw a great light

and i saw a green ball

a powder blue sky

and shimmering waters

of life

but none for i

sure i had sex

i guess

but i always seemed

to be

under some sort of hex

and much like the rest

and I discovered one day

 i was lonely

rarely happy

but

and full of prayer

I was cursed

put me in a hearse 

but 

I sought a better Existence 

And I had persistence 

I was;

THE RESISTANCE !!

too

and yet

much

hated it all

and in the end

No Better

than Some corny 

Eddie Vedder

Yellow Lead Better

I was just another jerk

rotten cheddar

'could have ruled them all

but

i was so small

not famous

but lame

pathetic

and insane

Not lucky at all

and not tall

and they all just laughed

and well perhaps

they should

too

books and notepads

full of worthless shit

eaten

by silver fish

and played with

by lonely

house centipedes

in the day 

dusty and  musky 

and in thy night too

rarely seen

and up in the attic

a bunch of static

the devil only uses

and at night

Yes to fright 

to scare

those in the room

with white noise

on the Tv

3 AM

maybe

my childhood

just an eternal ghost

you aghast 

Burnt toast

fills the house

and the air is shattered suddenly

by broken glass 

and

She is a hot piece of ass

huh ?

Your attention turns

as usual

Old yearbooks

and magazines

they show retro hell

and sports and creams 

and endless

lost dreams

or captured

it doesn't matter

the centipedes and silver fish they march

on in the night

and in the dirty paint 

and You are no saint

EITHER !!

chewing on your ego

spitting out

all your fights

the worms regurgitate 

all you

masturbate

your brilliant words all

are just fodder

for the small

creatures of the

NIGHT !

And ,..

NO ONE CAN FIND THE LIGHT !!

And I think I made contact !!

With those with EVP technology

or maybe Christ himself

or Steve Huff

Or God

But it's all a waste

cause in the end

the Beatles were bigger than Rod !!

who was right ??

the left or the right ?

The ups or the downs ??

those with smiles who kneel 

or those with frowns

who beg

or those lucky with monies and honies

who merely laugh at all ?

Or those

with much blight ?

Yes

cold dusty and lonely

a ghost sits in the corner

and high above

in the old garage

chattering teeth

and mouse-like grin

he ,..

he's happy he's dead

he can annoy them now forever

all alone

cold and to the bone

shivering with rats

and mice

and lice

He's TWICE

THE GENIUS

You'll ever be

because he's sat there for eternity !!

and READ

ME !!

they spray him with black flag

and raid

And they even try Sage

it is no use

the ghost only curses

in hith muse

Boring

i strived to be different

As did he

and look where we ended up !

shoveled

in groove

We can't prove !!

though we hella tried !

And died too

yet the needle hardly moved

and well lubed

i lashed out at God too

and

who can blame me

I am You !

and i had dreams of fear

and coffins alive

and those who caved

while many strived

as they sweated and cried

and told lies

anything to get through

and not do

what I do !

i was locked in hot rooms

by mad men

or maybe just by me

returned to the eternal black

from which I plumed

and I begged and asked God why

do so many suffer

and so greatly 

and often tortured too

and before they just die

and just like Christ

yet they go down

or sideways or back

not up

like the Lord

where the enlightened go

And she asked is it in

and I said what ?

And she scoffed

I am sin

and it will never come

someday she mocked

as she smiled evil

and walked up those stairs

i didn't even want to kill or hate her

as i slithered back to me

to cry

and give up and quit

once again

and for another day 

and wrote i

so genius

so eloquent

so well versed

better than you

and maybe all the rest

and 

even Burroughs or some Stein  too

yeah i know its a dream

but

i gotta do

what i Gotta do

And I dreamed I saw

On a moonlit stair

And fretting his hands

at the multitudes there !

Oh please God Please

Don't let me stay dead !! Please Christ

and Holy spirit too !

help I'm a rock

and all they do

is mock !

and just like in

the Monkees head

I was led

I was taken on a tour

of the great factory

where all is built

by clockwork angels

and little devils

the men in blue

and the rats in red 

the girls crying

and running away

from their fateful hateful family

who took them away

from the love,...

Your Work Is Not Complete !! A Works By H. Klause Burroughs The Third Esq. April 2020

And
I Just Don't Know

And How Can God or anyone
judge anyone ?
When so many have been raped, beaten, etc,
and when wrong is wrong
And right is hard to find
And Wrong is sanctuary
time
And for more than just the Insane !
Sometimes Right
is the only safe place
but often not
no matter
Left and Wrong are sweeter
Good is Boring
And
Despite
what printed words or THE WORD
SAYS
And I would love to Love again
But apparently God
either doesn't think i deserve to
or something like that
or that's not even true !
Or maybe God badly wants me to
I just don't know
And we all rely on word of mouth
From the others !
the whole universe ?
for our curse ?
And a woman's mother hates her
then how is she to love ?
Fight through it
using Christ
fight the good fight
take the high road
Be
the good cop
but you are a fool
backing down
to do that
compromising
your
you
Bow down
to the Gods
you must
or you shall
burn in hell
or there
you might dwell
I just don't know
Maybe God will have a heart
but my gut tells me no
Maybe God is friendly and funny
and maybe so
it depends on who you are
but I doubt it
it's probably maybe
one size fits all
just Check The Word
This Life is very serious
Not very mysterious
at all
and you are to take it so
with maybe
a grain
but meanwhile
the reality remains
and
is
We are little ants
but
on a blue ball
and little more
Some are humble
some are whores
How can God judge us ?
And yet
How can he not ??

And this all
Makes perfect Nonsense
just like the Earth
the Universe
and happenstance
serendipity 
And just like Willie Wonka might say
No i won't hold you responsible
Little Oompa Loompa
I see you've suffered enough
anyway
for if they should
accidentally 
die
and all
in the bowels of our fires
below
and lies
and yes
they will all
go back to their
miserable
little lives
i assure you
and
thee

And the nerves and the veins 
down in the stomach
feel the pain
every cell stretches
where does the atoms end
and the quark
or the cell
begin ?

digest the poison
And
feel
the Love
And within
And
Protestants are just Catholics who don't want to be Catholic so they can start their own Churches to make money off dumb people
And Reason
Will Stunt
Your Growth
Of course
and it should be
And Perfectly
And Common Sense
is not Tradition
Horse sense
is not reason
explanations
are not poetry
and everything
can't be in the book
some things
are left for us
to decide
for ourselves
sorry
follow logic
pleasure
is not reproduction
necessarily
urgency
isn't
replication
hurriedly
but sometimes
IT
is
all.
Prayer
is not always
petition
Survival
sometimes
is good enough
for now
fun
is sometimes
overdoing it
PAIN
AND SAD
JUST GOTTA BE
AT TIMES
AND
not getting beat up
is not saving face
SOMETIMES
IT'S BETTER
TO BE A
DISGRACE
IF IT MEANS
YOU'RE
STILL ALIVE
AND THUS
HERE
LET THEM
HAVE THEIR FUN
WITH YOU
AND
I wish my stomach had no nerves
and my teeth
So I would then
not feel the pain
but rot might grow
and I wouldn't know
God wants me
to Know
I wish my soul
could commit endless sins
and i could go to Heaven
anyway
But that wouldn't be fair
to those
who work hard
and with their prayers

"WORKS"

to avoid
the sins
And that wouldn't be right
to anger the God
who made me
down here
He made me to do right
He gave me tools
and some that I don't use
but some that
I do
indeed

and I wish
I could love everyone

and be fair
and of course
that's easy to do
the burden is light
and though they / most
ignore
and or
laugh at me
its on me
to be the bigger man
not a broken robot
made in Japan
who confuses
transfuses
breaks down
check engine light
on
AND OF COURSE
YES ,..
In my younger days
I was so genius
youth once again
wasted on the young
and the old story
and so
it goes
nobody knows
where it comes
and where it goes
Only God
and those
wise few
they talk to ghosts
me looking
at you
and everything makes sense
yet everything
makes none
I AM OLD NOW
AND POINTLESS

brilliance
wasted on
the young

THAT ONLY FEW SAW

Go back to your miserable life

i command thee
but improve thee !
and come see me
again
someday

YES , YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH
FEATS !
your work is not complete !