Miss Me Yet? The Meta Bard Update!

Hey, folks!

Apologies for the extended haitus. I am actually in the process of moving from my place in the Bronx up to a new pad in White Plains. If you’ve never heard of White Plains, you can go back into my archives and read the essay I wrote about it last summer. Oddly enough, it’s my highest viewed post of all time. Anyway, the internet is still out over here so I haven’t been able to post between packing my stuff and arranging the move. The nice thing about the new place is that we have our own internet, so I don’t have to piggyback or be an internet hobo at Starbucks. I should be back to posting regularly as of May 1st, which is my move day. Maybe I’ll make some home movies and post them. We’ll see. I also have a ton of poetry I’ll be putting up. I tried tapping one out on the phone but it sucked. I hate transcribing and even more so with a tiny virtual keyboard

Other than that, I’ve been working on my steampunk-ish sci-fi novel. It’s coming along great. It’s nice to take a break from all the “serious” literary stuff and just take a fantastic voyage to a strange land. Been listening to a ton of the Beatles, reading up on UFOs and delving into early Batman comic books, and video games . What can I say? Even the tough talking, hard drinking Meta Bard has his nerdy side. Ha! You’ve never played Sonic until you’ve played it after a gallon of cheap wine. Talk about spin. If I would’ve brought a Sega Genesis to a Bacchanalia, the orgy would have been over.WTF am I talking about? As you can tell, Marty is feeling toasty today.

Okay, I guess I’m off. Maybe I’ll take pics and video and post that for the next few days. We can have some real get to know me type shit. I’d introduce you to the bed bugs but they get shy.

SO GUYS AND GALS, ARE YOU STILL WITH ME???? HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME AND LET THE META BARD KNOW THE WORLD IS STILL ALIVE AND KICKING OUTSIDE OF MY DARK LITTLE BURROUGH.

The Meta Bard: MIA!

Hey folks,

In case you were wondering why I haven’t been posting, my internet’s out. Well, the neighbor’s internet is out which means that my internet is out. I haven’t had time to take my laptop to a public access point and I’m already loathing typing this message out on my bloody phone. So until I can get this business sorted, please enjoy my archives.

Thanks,

Marty

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Dead But Dreaming by Marcin Kuhn Copyright 2012

 

 

 

 

Warriors, We Are

what it means is how it matters
and we go through the motions
repetitive, familiar
like a function of the body
I drift amongst the scrambled voices
distant and varied
like a ghost lost in the void
or just driftwood in the endless sea
grasping tight at the handle bars
holding my breath
and hoping for the best
getting to the next level
requires endurance beyond comprehension
for the tooth and claw death struggle
while being able to sidestep the grand jerk-off
the grand dance of battle
sways and dips to the cosmic beat
warriors we are
head first into the fray
Valhalla your sons call your name
as blood flows through time and space
the last man standing
is the first man of the new age

 

 

 

 

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Music from the Meta Bard!

Y’all peep my music yet? Well get on down!

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when I see her
my heart sinks
my chest hurts
I swallow hard

I just want to
break down and
cry

they say a man
should never
cry

I fight the tears back
a Herculean effort

my love for her
was the height
of affection

and I
I have plummeted
to perilous depths
of heartache

alone and bitter
alone and struggling

in the golden glint
of a dying sun
the worm crawls

 

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the Florida sunshine is not
like it used to be
there was a time when it was
strange and new
the eternal sunshine that we can
only dream of in the
northern states
then there was a point, after
I got used to it, the sunshine
was bright, warm and brought
the hope of a new day
now the sunshine is not as bright
and it’s mixed with cold, mournful
winds
carefree days of optimism and
love
are dispersed amongst the mournful
like the burnt remains
of a dead god

 

 

 

 

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