POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
I have nothing but anticipation for your touch
So I play fight with you just to seem a little tough
Anything for a little “physical activity” even if it’s a little rough
But you always pull away somehow
And turn our intentions around
You always remind me your friend likes me
And cool our attraction down
I don’t know how to tell you
How I want this tease to end
I don’t know how to tell you
I want you and not your friend
Seasons call
From behind a threshed of mourning
Exploring
A handwritten endeavor
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!Together!
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I will love you forever
That’s been tattooed on our arms since we were 21 years old
Love put years on happy
And on his 97th birthday
We sat
We rocked
We listened
To the stars
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We made love
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We died
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!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
It was my inner purple
That translated
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Non-verbal’s
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Into signals
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You stimulated my glow
Created waves
And made my juices flow
You hand molded me into the sweetest kinda’ cookie dough
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I melted into your milk
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And crafted the smoothest pattern
Felt on me like silk
And so
We
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!Gen-er-rate-ed!
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Electricity
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!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Midday waits on a still noon
Winter
Covering only
Me
And you
Sired to a glaciers wall
We become one with nature
All over our bodies
Snow flakes fall
You blew life into my mane
And kept garland growing inside my small animal brain
And so
Here we are
Me
And you
Being cared for
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!Together!
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
It was a demon!
A CURSE FROM THE BEGINNING
BECAUSE ADAM WAS AFRAID TO TAKE THE LEAD
AND GOT EVE TO DO HIS DIRTY DEED
Sent to terrorize this empty room
She hates me and berates me
At least that’s what I presume
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I’ve even given this thing a name this thing is cwwwazzy and dramatic she’s
become impossible to restrain
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She has her own personality
Her name is Pixie
And sadly she’s part of my reality
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They’re like monsters that dance around in strange little groups
Dropping coal mines on my womb
Marching fiercely like military troops
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In my mind strange things happen and I am forced to assume
As Pixie dances harder
Between my bloody womb
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In five days she’ll be gone
And I’ll be left cleaning up her mess
Because I’m normally prompted to be mean and nasty
Under Pixie’s cramped up stress
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When its all over I will give my belly some much needed rest
Trying desperately to hide next month
From Pixie’s curse called
PMS
The clink-clink noise of the cell is deafening!
I have gotten used to it after 5 years, 60 months, 1826.25 days, 2,628,000 minutes, I’m going to change my life this time.
I know I’ve said this to you God the last time and the other time and the time before that.
I’m going to do everything it takes to stay free!
My name is Noah Ortega I’m a 53 year old Hispanic male, I’m a 3-time felon and this time I’ve been convicted of burglary.
I suspect when my mother named me Noah she didn’t predict I would become a crack head felon.
My cell opens and it’s the CO coming to get me to face the parole board.
I hold my hands out through the bars for him to handcuff me like the animal they think I am, maybe I am an animal.
They open the cell and hand cuff my ankles too, because an animal can’t be trusted.
I shuffle down the long cement floor, I’ve mastered this walk.
I walk into a large room with 6 agents sitting at a long table with one chair in front of them.
I sit.
I analyze them to see what my chances are.
Four men, one African American, one Hispanic and two Caucasian men.
There are two women who are Caucasian, I’m really doomed!
I do my assessment of them.
They don’t waste any time, they ask me, Mr. Ortega are you guilty?
Have you been rehabilitated?
Yes, you dumb fuck!
Is what my brain says but as gently as I can I say, I am and I feel terrible about the crimes I’ve committed and I’m ready to start fresh, this time away has rehabilitated me.
That’s what they want to hear, that I’ve been rehabilitated.
I said what I had to say and was shuffled out as I walked step by step trying not to fall with the limited space the chains give me at my ankles.
I had to admit to the parole board that my burglary days were over and they are.
No more smoking crack!
45 days later, I walk out the jail.
The gates look huge as they slowly open.
My journey starts and I feel hopeful.
Sometimes I take myself to that sad place intentionally for the sake of the writer in me
Then I have to shake the heaviness I feel after I’ve created something broken and beautiful
Sometimes the sadness lingers with me for days and won’t let me go
The energy is strong from music
Experiences and other people trauma
I call it an occupational hazard
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