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a group of short poems written at different times |
24 lines Who am I to tell you how to live your life? When masked with each day My skin hangs more gently about my bones My heart beats darkly, deep But with each breath I seem to seek escape My soul’s desire to wander freely And leave this aching frame of who I thought I was No one you’d want to be You walk your path I ran mine, you take your time My eyes shut tight against the awesome light I could not hear my feet touch solid ground The wind rushed by and drowned all sound I only heard the bitter thump I thought my heart should beat When fear was all it was And fear I let move in me, and move me swiftly Now I ignore the angry whore of youth The one who cost me all I knew And sit here mildly sipping tea across from you While you ask me how to live a happy life when sadness all around I can not fake the inner wisdom All I have regrets and wants of better times for you Do as you feel not as I do and smile gladly amongst the ones you love Too soon they’ve gone away Echoes Echoed before Someone else’s story About a man An idea A moment of glory Cut down at once The word’s just too true Talking his wisdom ‘Bout me About you Pulled him down swiftly And pushed him inside Deep in a hole Where? We could not hide He comes back to haunt us Scarce once in a while But we’re always ready Sharp knife And a smile Acceptance Go somewhere where it just doesn’t matter You really can’t change who you are Gather around the good friends that you have The others Allow them to scatter The clouds may not give up the rain The sun may not shine in the night-time Sometimes acceptance is all that you need Sometimes Raw feelings are more important than pain Our parents are our parents and our siblings the same We can’t know them or owe them Nor change them Nor die all the time For the shame So breathe in and breathe out sincerely Let the air fully enter your lungs The life that is circling around in your veins Love it all, love it real Love it dearly Ain’t Ain’t no moment, Ain’t no time Like the present Make your move Make it shine Like the present They cain’t talk They cain’t rhyme Like the present Ain’t no future, Ain’t they lyin Like the present _______________________________________________ We cain’t see, We ain’t blind Like the present Feel you up, Take your wine Like the present Pull up our skirts Lose our minds Like the present Show our stuff, Ain’t we fine Like the present _______________________________________________ Pick a number Stand in line Like the present Best wake up, Out of time Like the present Take a note, Walk in line Like the present Cost a dollar Cost a dime Like the present I don’t mind. Alas That could not have been all that was said He would not know the map of her head She just kept on talking And he kept on balking The rejection was more than just read Take a stair step back and remember The fourth or the fifth of September He had no way to know Though the boat he would row Was cardboard and sinkable timber I could not imagine the choking The sickening stench of the smoking The flames were just flying The bridegroom was dying Everyone thought she was joking The quarrels came fast and came often The padding the blows could not soften Take a dime for your time While you’re standing in line Think twice before picking your coffin Alignment The reality is If we died tomorrow The options are not that many We either rise up Take a deep deep breath Or we align ourselves with the enemy The truth of it is If we heard our worst lies The papers would come and rent it We could pick up the phone And dial a wrong number And still we would own what they printed Theory of the day If the sun’s much too low The darkness might rise and speak Still we would burn Still we would yearn And happiness still we would seek Wisdom is an ally If times allow to mate The void will beckon in the nighttime sky Our hope will cry out Our hope will try out And we will fall victim to fate Almost Pity The music is blinding The ears they yearn to see All is tasteless condensing air Bless all, bless you and bless me Run a step or two forward Bend arms that can’t bend or stalk All is not in clarity A song reveals more than talk Haven’t you seen one? Addicted, I mean I feel no glee, almost pity Walking in naked as the belle of the ball It’s been wrong all along, it’s not pretty Always Good-bye Should I be filled with happiness? Should I be filled with glee? Should I be happy to find it’s gone? There’s nothing left for me Or should I just paddle on anew A brand new red canoe A brand new paddle to a distant shore A different shade of blue I hear words I know I should not hear I see stars where they should not be any I took all that I could from you But alas, I gave you plenty I will walk this path in plainest view I will see the truth, this lie No matter if we live or die The end always good-bye An Island There in the land of none but me Lies hope and kindness Charity Token petals and blades of glass Timelessly rooted Made to last Where once the symbol of my pride This job less savored Now has died Torn from me a pain so dearly The people holding Naught clearly Souls are but numbers set to red Grey ghosts do make them Put to bed High in the heavens tears with rust A covenant broken Shards of trust Top of the list of nothing token Greedy rewards of shames Unspoken Tight in the arms of ones mistaken Hopeless heart and heart Not hastened Heady fool made for profane Gullible guilty Less insane Make up your mind and mind’s made up Hitting with lightness Hit with a truck Another Year Another year has come and gone Another is coming about the bend How is that I still go on When I want it all to end Do not listen to me I say You know I tell a lie If I wanted it all to end today Don’t you know that I would die? Instead I take another breath I wear a smile upon my face The years don’t seem to matter much When I know I’m still in the race Love until the end of me Beautiful Life A beauty in the fragile A beauty in the strong Life doesn’t last forever Life doesn’t last for long The rain may come in springtime The sun may come in June The fall may be forgiving The winter comes too soon We are, but we are different We are, but not the same The life may come in circles The pain may come in vain Come listen to the laughter Come listen as we sing Sometimes we come together This life, a beautiful thing Bitchedly Bitchedly Wretchedly Walking the stroll Making a dime Playing a role Sucked up Shook up Knocking it down Keeping it real Thorned like a crown Picked up Sicked up Nothing is less Roughing is regal Doped is a guess Hurtedly Flirtedly Arresting is wicked Inserting the blade Damn! Girl is just gifted Caught in the Middle Caught in the middle, between a rock and a stormy sea We walked on the deck together Hands held behind our backs They told us we were guilty Our faces, our legs went slack We were caught in the middle, between a rock and a stormy sea Downtrodden in the sandy banks Seaweed up to our eyes The salt was crystal between us all But they told us not to cry We were caught in the middle, between a rock and a stormy sea They gathered us slaves together Sinners every single one They gave us one bullet, one blank, they said Then told us to load our guns We were caught in the middle, between a rock and a stormy sea Wind whipping and lies blasting The sentence was clearly read We aimed the guns, one loaded, one empty Then shot our captors dead We were caught in the middle, between a rock and a stormy sea We loaded their bodies onto the ship Then stowed them below the decks We couldn’t leave them here where we were Or surely they’d stretch our necks Caught in the middle, between a rock and a stormy sea By the time the storm was over By the time the anchor was cast It seemed none of us had survived the voyage Who knew it would be our last? None is really caught in the middle, none between a rock and a stormy sea Conspiracy Theories Stories spread amongst us Can’t be proven and might be true I find no comfort in the telling Conspiracy of two Mutually exclusive on the whole Ripe for picking here and there These stories seem to grow on air From whom, from what, from where People heard and never seen Not present in the here and now Yet quotes from recent days and nights Believe them true, but how The same who speak, authenticate We fools who drink their words can know They see and sell us parks of land They just exist for show We believe and we say we do We call and pass along These words are false and we should know To pass them on is wrong Corrupted A corrupted stream of consciousness Illness rising from the din Life approaching final chapter Its purpose true to never win Talking words are whispered nightly Prayers aren’t true and are not real No one else has spoken to you Name forgotten and no big deal Traipse this earth in darkest splendor Crown aglow but eyes are red Could not find a way without you All are lies and you are dead A corrupted scream of consciousness Lost amongst the silent past A new horizon shining forward Though we know the sun won’t last Darkness Darkness made the night But the rain will tell the story Draped across our eyes in gloom In pain, in fame, and in glory Marching across our faces in sadness The sun refuses to shine The clouds surround and block out the heat Life, no longer is mine The mistakes we made in earnest The righteous path we led The rivers they rush with our rage and our anger The wrong, they linger instead Surrounded by eyes I don’t recognize Sounds I can not repeat Why is my time just slipping away? Why does my heart not beat? Daylight It’s a treacherous world out there Felt often the easy target War plays in the malls all day Death reigns at the market Taking the subway of convenience Rails lead to no showplace Bombs hidden in overstuffed backpacks A gun shoved in your face Take some homage in giving Just sleep while they are sleeping When others can easily steal it what you have It really isn’t worth keeping Just what gives us importance? They say that God has told us The house or the children alone in the manger Or is it the work that controls us Take a picture of this as now Tightly clenched here in my hand I’m fighting my daylight in all my glory Giving it the best that I can Disillusioned We’d prefer a pretty picture Showing us how lovely life can be Instead we have the sadness grass Surrounding a lonely tree Wanted to be the leaders Is it a vanguard we’ve become? Or are we merely waving flags And miming a simple song Astounding words from an idiot savant Ringing true and clear and wise Never heard nor ever printed Instead made out a booby prize We’d like the sand a little less thick Not so high about our necks Will we get out or will we die Fly high? Or simply next Remember what I’ve said and me These words fall from my lips We are no more and are not less Our lives not gambling chips Take your jacks and take your ball Go home and feed your little dear Create her wise and watch her play Remember why you came here Dissolution Amongst the recriminations and allegations I recognize myself Too much water and too many bridges Too much pride to ask for help How is it now I find the words? The phrasing true yet subtle When in the past I silently sat or laughed Unavoidably masking the trouble Now we sit here our blades are drawn Our weapons nowhere to be seen We’ve hidden them deep in the darkest of places But they’re sharp as sharp and mean All of our lawyers dressed expensive All of the colors black All of the curses hurled out before us None of them coming back Our children sit high in the upper tiers Shedding tears with every word Some that they knew some they did not Some they should never have heard When I look over I see all I have done When I look back it’s with shame I should have known better than play with our home I should have known home’s not a game. Dust Head Depressed, dead, or almost That was what they said I could not reply or lie or die I’m locked inside my head Raindrops echo on the leaves Collecting on the ground Like the scattering of friends; my family No one is around Medication or designer drugs None of it prescribed The drool cascading down my face It’s not wrong or right As they lay my body down Or am I standing up I can’t tell the wind is blowing Death can be so rough My arms now frozen at my sides They say my heart is beating Damn, it seems I’m still alive It isn’t fair, I’m cheating |