“Love and Anarchy”

Tyler R. Martin


We will be together when it all falls down,
When everything is trashed,
And all lies ashen in the past.
We will be together when the cities all have drown
Or some rational is found
To burn them to the ground.
We will be together when the government is gone
And all the politicians have been relieved
Of all presumptive efforts
Towards the spread of their disease.
We will be together when the nanny state is gone
And the final card is drawn
For a new order to awake
And embrace it’s gorgeous dawn.
We will be together
When the Congress hall has burned
And every well quaffed leader
Has been fired and been spurned.
So don’t yet fret, perhaps the time isn’t now,
But we will be together when it all falls down.

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“My Sweet Amor”

Tyler R. Martin

I feel love for all that I see,
My heart beats for all before me,
I’m the king of the Lions den now,
Love my pride forever, I vow.
I beg for you in me to trust,
If to survive you know you must
And if I’m to feel some joy once more
I’ll need you here, my sweet amor.

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“The World to Me”

Tyler R. Martin

You’re my baby, you mean the world to me,
But I’m standing on your outside
Gazing out into the sea,
Waiting for your ship to arrive,
Like a love lorn widow
Whose love at sea had died.

My ocean is my doorway,
As each day I pray
That your solemn Beauty
Gracefully will pass my way,
But each day doesn’t change
Like a widow’s tears before the bay;
While the sirens in the deep do sing
And Neptune holds his heinous sway.

And you, so stunning and saccharine,
Pass by my glances unaware
Of the love for you I still feel,
From long lovely legs, to golden hair,
To blue eyes that pierce solid steel
And beautiful breasts at which I stare.
Your hold on me echos through the ocean,
Through the trees and through the air;
Your hold on me, my love,
I simply can not bare.

“what the whole world needs”

Tyler R. Martin

Walking out of the campus library
I pass a large white poster board.
Written on top, in bold black lettering,
Is “what would you like to see more of at Farmingdale Community College?!”
I stopped to read the many bullshit replies
Of my shithead classmates:
“Better wifi. Better coffee. More inclusivity. Smaller class size. No cigarettes on campus (they stink!) Farmingdale should GO GREENER. Legalize the weed!”
But at the bottom, one pure heart of gold wrote, simply “Titties….more Titties”
With a large red heart around it.
Whoever wrote this I would elect president.
To whoever wrote that I say change nothing,
You are pure and perfect as is.
Disregard anyone who says otherwise.
I envy your wisdom.

“Pillow Talk Hiss”

Tyler R. Martin

I get
A look from you of love
From your bottomless
Abyss.
With ice behind your eyes.
I know you were pissed….
And just barely letting on.
Its chilling, baby,
Chills the bones under
My skin.
My heart begins to race,
Palms sweating,
You and your
Reptile smile,
Pillow talking hiss.
You know, a snake will bite you
And tell you it’s a kiss.

“So Very Sweet

Tyler R. Martin

You’re simple, easy,
It’s what I like about you,
You have very little malice and seem
To care about me, even if it is just
Pity.
You ask me for very little,
A kiss, a cuddle, a good fuck,
The occasional adoring glance
And you seem fairly content.
You don’t need much, you’re
Happy with just the knowledge
I feel good around you
And that makes you feel good around me.
Aside from that, although
You may crave deeper emotional
Mutual masterbation,
You’re resigned to my inability
To provide.
You’re pretty, in a very maternal way,
There’s a sweetness behind the
Bitterness of your smile.
I can see it, taste it on your kiss,
Feel it in your stare.
Every man needs a woman like you,
If they did, perhaps
They’d be less insanity
And more shrinks
Getting government cheese.

“Don’t Worry, Baby”

Tyler R. Martin

Watch that worry, baby,
Give your heart a rest,
Keep the going easy,
Flow ‘long with the breeze
Don’t be sad sweetheart,
I am all you need.
With me, never stress
Just lie here with me,
baby,
And I will do the rest.
Its 10 AM, baby,
I’ll fix you drink,
Don’t worry, we’ll
Get tipsy,
No reason to think,
We got nowhere to be,
Outside doesnt matter, sweetie
Soon this you’ll see.
Don’t worry ‘bout the rent
Way past due
Or roaches in the sink,
Forget about broken
Wine bottles,
Don’t say you’re at the brink.
Baby, breakdowns aren’t fun.
So, sweetie,
Our lives, right now
Might be a mess,
Don’t be sad sweetheart,
With me never stress,
Just lie here with me,
baby,
I’ll do the rest.

“For my Love: be my Love”

Tyler R. Martin

Oh, your violet lipstick, dark eyeshadow, rosey blush;
The way gorgeous blonde locks drape from your skull
And blue eyes explode as I tremble
In the subtle gaze of your graceful glow.
Your Love will relish in the slow motion wave of your locks and the flutter
And the flit and flash of your eyes and dark black lash.
So tall in Doc Martens,
Hips so sexy in jeans fitting so superb,
Voice pitched soft like a pigtailed school girl
And a way with a walk that, for your Love,
Will worry and disturb.
Oh it seems it’s you I need, when for you I live,
I live and fight and fight and bleed;
For the thoughts of mine you occupy,
From seductive grin down to sweet thighs,
And loving lips and tender kiss,
It’s for your love that your Love exists.
Oh baby, baby from heaven above,
Oh sweet baby baby be my Love

“Red Red Roses”

Tyler R. Martin

Red red Roses plunged into empty bottles of Jack,
They murky-up the water with their decaying stems
And stink up my apartment with their foul scent
Equated only with death.
The red red Roses seem to bleed into themselves,
Like a perpetual ulser of beauty maroon,
Or the bleeding lungs of a shrapneled soldier
Dying in the desert.
That’s the desert Rose, I suppose,
Blood on the sand, gang-green stems,
The compound fracture thorns,
The wilting of a last breath,
The sucking chest wound of the petals,
Receding to its core with the deep deep red
Curdling and slowly blackening gore
Of the red red the Roses’ rotting heart.
“It’s pretty,” she says, “happy Valentine’s day, thank you, love!”
While in my head I apologise again to a weeping family,
Hand them a dead son’s Dog-tags in a room that reeks of
Red red Roses…