Our Wristwatch

Poem by Cam (Get your squid on) I need to get out of my head, The shallow tunnel, my delusional funnel, Round it goes towards the blank space of nothingness. Degrading, breaking, the pieces are lost. Truth becomes obsolete, if there is nothing to trust. lies after lies, consume those of us who are strong enough to thrust. The mighty weapon, a spear so illustrious. In hand can destroy or help one point the way. Will we use it for death, the majesty of human injustice. Will we use it for life, the struggle for all of our wind up … Continue reading Our Wristwatch

Netflix and Chill

Poem by: Cam (Netflix and Squid) If I could be her Netflix show, The one she leaves on all night to keep watch against the crow. If I could be the noise she falls asleep too, the one that drowns out her minds ballyhoo. Sometimes the sorrow can be too much to handle, could I be the light from your candle. If I could be the beer bottle that one with the lime. To be one step closer to having your lips against mine. If I could be that cold liquor poured down your throat, The one that warms you like a … Continue reading Netflix and Chill

Doomsday Rages On

Poem by Cam (MF Squidoom) One minute to 12. We look towards the future, Doomsday doesn’t care, as it twitches we stand by and stare. Those of us who survive, find ourselves in the past. Like a leaf floating down from its branch. We continue to progress. Though complicated at times, and the drama makes it hard to unwind. we’ll brush off the dust that settles from the skies. The radiation poisons us from the outside, through the inside. Ride the strands of fate, to the seconds before we see the hate. Mushroom clouds align the horizon, Soon we’ll be … Continue reading Doomsday Rages On

Borrowed Time

More filthy poetry by yours truly: Cam (Squid on) Do not come to me, without a clear conscious, Like an uprooted tree ready to set back down upon us. To plant your roots deep into my soil, Never to be lost, or moved, and without all the trouble. If your face must show itself unto mine, I beg of you to remember all the positive and good times. I can’t live without your touches high. LIke the branches that give us oxygen into the night sky. We worship the moon, because your light is already like the sun. Wonder, enchantment, … Continue reading Borrowed Time

My Chelsea Hotel

The snow falls, gentle and slow. All through the night, a car in danger from the blinding white, Pulled off the icy road, the air is fucking cold. We walk hand in hand, and rented a room from a kid impersonating a man. “We’ll have a hotel room with one large bed,” She said. With the music turned on, we danced and wrestle through the song. Laughing while our clothes were falling. Few whiskey shots down, two by two. A passionate kiss leads to being one with you. At least for a short time that night, heaven existed within me. I … Continue reading My Chelsea Hotel

Locked Door

Poem by Cam: The Almighty Squid Catastrophic silence, the feel of claustrophobia Weighs heavy on my heart. A once loud and beating drum of excitement, Lost from your continued quite. I used to wake up with the knowledge of your light, its been taken away from me because of some unknown sight. The broken glass of my dreams lay in front of me. A gnarly twisting nether of a demonic tree. Hopeless forever, as you no longer speak to me. You’ll never understand that you are the key. to the locked door of happiness that is buried deep inside me. I … Continue reading Locked Door

Forever for You

A Sappy Love poem by Cam the Squid. Just as the wild wind comes and takes me for a spin Opened up the thrill of life, pours deep inside my skin Cut me down, as I think about your touch Ever wondering where it is that I lost your trust. Love has a cruel way of introducing you to fate. Yes, for me I need you by my side to truly feel alive. Nevermore my heart beats with the will to survive. I wish to have your touch, images of you running through my head. Lusting for your kiss, can make … Continue reading Forever for You

Meanderings of a Fool

Poem by Cam Suspicious anxiety swells through the mind, A great storm rolling in on dark raging clouds. Swirling through the great Mountain tops, One must be weary, when opening the heart. A state of vulnerability, with all its insecurities. Though courageous, and bold, We walk towards a great unknown. Wishing that we are not alone, Hoping to have your hand to hold, Is the only acceptable way to weather a storm. The excitement of hearing her voice, or the dark swarming shade of losing ones choice. Makes a man feel, perhaps that’s why we enlist to fight for a never ending battle … Continue reading Meanderings of a Fool

The Rhyme of The Sands of Time

Poem by: Cam (the squid) Joyful scrutiny awaits thy sleeping head, Ol’ passerby of the sands of time. Once where you began, you will return in the end. A prophetic tale of the wise. Among the roads, a foot one in front of the other. Thy climb is longer when staggering, But beauty always rests ahead of the wanderer. If only thy will be sacrificed in an offering. To the muse of wanderlust, who often is laughing. With each step comes a great learning. Though, all great things must be arduous, It is worth it in the end, if thy … Continue reading The Rhyme of The Sands of Time